Leanings to the right...

I slept so badly last night! I reckon it was all the fault of the silly cough I've developed, as every time I wakened it was to cough, but I also know that when I did sleep it must've been very lightly, because I woke knowing I'd had a marathon session of dreams, none of which I could really remember except that in one I was with Donald Trump, so not good dreams. About an hour ago it suddenly came back to me; it was an anxiety-reflecting dream involving escaping some kind of threat in a derelict hospital building. Where DT came into it I don't know, but there was an unpleasant character from my past...

As a result, I spent most of the day feeling tired - a pity, as it was a lovely day much of the time. I did, however, get out for a coffee in the Boathouse with a friend from church, and walked back slowly round the shore and home via the surgery for another prescription and the pharmacy to hand it in. That's when I took the photo of Dunoon's famous Victorian pier which has been sadly neglected and is showing ever-increasing signs of collapse. 

Once home, I got the dinner cut up ready to cook and had a chat on the phone with #1 son before the annual visit of our Financial Advisor. It's sobering to think that he's now considering his own retirement - he's ages with the #1 son. After that we had dinner (Pasta, no pudding) and managed to fit in an hour of torpor before choir practice. We're up to 4+1 now; at least one of the others will be home this week. 

And that was that. New bread and marmalade for supper, and later I'll try to put investments to the back of my mind ... for now.