Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Diary - Tuesday 20th December 2016

It wasn't every hour I woke throughout the night, it was every 45 minutes. Neither Pauline nor I can remember the last time I had either a cold or flu, and I certainly don't remember ever feeling like this.


I started with the best will in the world but by the time I was on my second box of tissues Pauline said I would be irresponsible to go to the Staffordshire Neurological Alliance meeting this afternoon, and I gratefully agreed.


I sat for an hour and downloaded the Scottish news for the week so far, then gave up. I was in bed by 6.30pm and Pauline wasn't far behind me.