MY READING GLASS'S SLIDE DOWN MY NOSE WHEN EVER I AM ATTACKED BY HOT FLUSHES , IT IS SO ANNOYING.

FRIDAY 1 NOVEMBER

10.30 AM  Wind,  grey sky.  Graham is still not well he is in pain all the time. 

 Edward dreamt...He was being chased by police and caught.  Waking with tremendous relief  realizing that it was not happening in real time.  I dreamt... Our home was full of party goers.  In my room I discovered a Puffin like bird very plump with black featherers  living there as my pet had been invaded.  I cuddled the bird to protect it ending up shouting at  the tiny little children, toddlers who had stolen my fridge.  I was reprimanded for shouting and was loving and kind to them  on realizing that  they were backward children.

We enjoyed a bath together then drove to Waitrose supermarket for a big food shop.  Dark  sky's and rain.  I fried lean mince beef in a saucepan for dinner.  After spending all morning cutting out Cluster Angels.

10.55 PM  I always get hot flushes when I eat or get into bed where I sweat profusely.

PAGES RESCUED FROM MY ONLY CHILD HOOD BOOK REMAINING.  Mrs Browns Little Red House, published 1945.