4 MONDAY NOVEMBER.
8.40 AM I have just seen the St Catherine s Bay bus sail passed our house under the dark grey sky blanketing the rumbling of commuter traffic. Even the smell of fresh piping hot coffee fails to encourage me to sit up in bed and face the day ahead. Only when wrapping my body in the fleasy of warmth of my ancient man-size dressing gown do I rouse myself and stair around shadowy bedroom.
Edward has taken to sleeping half the night on the sofa bed in my art studio which is a blessed releaf from his cough. Also allowing me the opportunity to flap the duvet cover at will without angry grunts from him when the necessity arise's for cold air to sooth the fire burning in my ankles and knees during sleep.
12.30 PM Wonderful deep blue sky shining hot sun the interlude lasting an hour came to brighten a miserable cold November day. Thank You Jesus.
I bought a raspberry pink long sleeve T.shirt, Fat Face designer from a charity shop Oxfam for £1.
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