the remains of the day

Or, to be more accurate, the dregs of the evening. Summer cold gave me a wooziness all day; spent the day very busily Sorting Things Out and the result is that I do feel that M's birthday celebrations might be achievable. Another mound of ironing had appeared and was demolished. A cool bath and a lemsip made me feel I was just about able to enter society, so off to book club. Delicious risotto, lovely conversation, interesting book: The Women by Kristin Hannah. And so home, a glass of wine, a camomile tea - and bed.