To MrT's

Some relaxing and then much visiting about the place, including a trip to MrT's gaff as he had newly arrived back from the infirmary. He was in much better shape but still disturbed by the sudden event that had befallen him. In particular he was peeved that his elder brother, who smokes incessantly, drinks and doesn't exercise, has so far been spared.
And he was troubled by the brightness in the room, a bit of a headache, and his struggle to read; he said that he had to read and re-read before anything went in, and then his eyes would read across columns rather than down them.
Later I attempted to watch Lobster but found that my eyes were struggling to watch anything. And I was informed that I was making a strange wheezing noise. The monster sofa may be too comfortable.