ALZHEIMER'S FOG

Not a good start to the day, and I got carried away and wrote a lot for this journal entry. Rather too much obviously, because the powers of the airwaves have lost the words I so painfully wrote. So be it; and probably for the best.

So here, without my outpourings, is my Thorlby barn at 5:15am on the way into work this morning. The only reason, now the heat is off at work, for me to be going in at that time was my restless night and deciding to drive down south to see my parents which, (now in hindsight, what a wonderful thing) was sensibly vetoed by G.

Phew, what a day. Thanks HOW for being at the end of the 'phone xx