There must be some way outa here

Right now I am mostly feeling confused. I can't say more than that right now.

On the plus side, I've had a lovely relaxing day. Went to Stonehouse to volunteer, then did some light shopping in the charity shops: a pair of knee length shorts for school because that's what they have to be (longer than in my convent days) and a jigsaw by Colin Thompson, my favourite jigsaw artist.

Came home, found another of my food books had arrived: this one is food porn, with full colour pictures. My throat and chest acid problem is loads better already since I gave up eating /drinking almost everything I like, but it feels a little too soon to start eating lemons, or anything that isn't salad or gluten free toast. Strangely, I don't seem to miss anything, certainly not the acid in my throat, but sometimes aromas of food assail my senses strongly. Coffee...

Afterwards I went out to the cabin with the book and Bomble and we snoozed for a bit and pretended we didn't have to do anything. Then the texts started.... wasn't it great when we didn't have phones and emails, and people basically left us alone when we weren't chained to the desk?