Slow start; and finally out to the supermarket at mid morning. A wonderful day to stroll up, and a stroll back too.

A sleep, lunch, another sleep. Some kicking of a football in the garden, some dinner, a wander to pay off the shopping bill and the 5th part of the Harry Potter experience.

Still tired, still popping paracetamol. If only CV was black and white, not endless shifting shades of grey.