Overwrought

I suddenly, and rather bizarrely, felt better this morning and so did the obvious thing and took a hefty iron gate off it’s hinges and started to scrape the flaking paint and rust off it.
After a few minutes I thought I might have been a bit hasty but was too embarrassed to put it back again so bought a chair out, had a drink and a sit, and once refreshed I set to again, on and off, until it was time for the tennis final.

I also managed to think a bit more logically today and whereas I had struggled to think about eating anything all week and could hardly bring myself to put the kettle on, I managed to think about it in the morning today so I had something ready for when I felt worn out this evening.