(Writing this on Monday at 9pm. Out of signal for w/e.)
At father's flat because I think I will get a better night's sleep there, rather than Joe and Nic's sofa bed. Now I'm not so sure. Eventually get to sleep around 2.45am. Woken up at 5.15 with searing cramp in right leg. Great. Feel yucky. Sarah Kennedy mentions me on her Radio 2 progamme at 6am. Can't back to sleep until 7.45, when I grab another hour. Feel marginally better.
Go to see father for lunchtime at noon. First, pop into Copywell, opposite nursing home, with memory stick for copies. The files won't transfer and I have left laptop back at the flat. Aaargh! Is nothing straight forward?
Have lunch with father, take taxi back to flat, pick up laptop & take bus back to Copywell. The staff are really helpful and I get everything I need.
Sit with father until 3pm. Try to doze when he does. Then back to the flat. Taxis are a bit illusive around 4pm, until Jake comes home and tells me to use Barnes Taxis from the station. It works and everything gets packed into yet another taxi and we go to Joe and Nic's.
1 toilet. 1 cistern. 1 plinth cover 14'5 x 5'. 1 suitcase. 1 small card table. 1 backpack. Me.
Nic comes home and looks bemused at the props in a sort of 'What on earth is she doing?' way.
A quiet evening watching TV. Aide's niece, Fiona rings. Lovely surprise. She tells me that she and Chris were planning on coming up to TS, but Chris has a knee injury from hockey. How kind of them to even think of coming up. Get text from other niece, Amy, too. All so kind and thoughtful. Hope they like the surprise tomorrow.
Joe goes off to bed early after ordering taxi. I decide not to try to go to bed or use sofa bed, but just lie fully dressed on sofa. It works - to a point. Wouldn't have been any better in a bed anyway.
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