28 THURSDAY NOVEMBER.
9.45. AM. Grey sky. I can hear ticking from the alarm clock it is a relaxing sound. Edward has just left home to attend his ceramic class. Anxiety pangs in my tummy.
Dreamt...I was away from home staying near a river in the Downs. The place I was staying in kept on being invaded by three local women pretending to be my friends. They changed into dogs who I wanted to take on to the Downs with me to collect black lettuce. Later I was in the home of dark brown Indian people visiting. Wanting to leave no one would help me with travel home. I found a bus to board but had no idea to where it was travelling as it on a Sunday. My lips are soar and painful with a tiny open split. Pain in both my ankles during the night also lower back pain when I sit up.
Driving with Graham lots of reversing. Out for lunch at 2.00 to the Firefly Cafe at Durrell with Edward. Lovely meal my first Christmas dinner of the season we both enjoyed the food.
Packed gifts ready to post to England. Put £10 petrol into my car. My cold soar is hurting. Changed all the bed covers on the bed in the front bed room.
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| LADY READING FROM MY SKETCH BOOK. |
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