Still Tired

I am sleeping like a log most nights in excess of eight hours yet by mid afternoon I usually feel tired. I remind myself that although mentally I might feel twenty-three, physically I'm sixty-three. It wouldn't be quite so bad if constantly up and down ladders or continually moving between three floors meant I had the figure of a 'racing snake' but alas no!

An afternoon away from work for Barbara's funeral a sad occasion as they always are but at the same time a chance to say a fond farewell.

The evening meant Cadets for Joshua, course work catch up for Samantha and a rare evening together for Clare and I.