Sunday. Fay, our fayoumi, shrieked at about 5.30am
It woke me up. There was no other noise. She did it again, and I leapt up, fumbling for my specs. I looked out o fthe window, couldn't see anything, grabbed my dressing gown and hobbled downstairs. She did it again. I rhurriedly unlocked the door, hobbled across the garden, stood in front of the walk in run, and she was just sitting there, on the arm of a garden chair inside the run.
Viole(n)t started chuntering. I looked around, couldn't see any evidence of a predator. I swore a little, went back into the house and sat on the side of the bed wondering whether to get up or go back to sleep.
It had already been a disturbed night. My back and neck ached, presumably from the Physio. I'd been woken up a couple of times when my oxygen level fell to 86% and 81%..
I decided to go back to sleep. There were another couple of oxygen alarms. The radio came on at 6.45, and the hens kicked off a bit at some point. And then the radio went off, and it was 9.45 and I was just too knackered and too much in pain to get up. I did get up anyway, as I had to feed the cats. I took some paracetomol.
I had a shower, targetting my back with the jet. I came downstairs and was relieved that I'd mostly cleared up yesterday. If it had been a mess, I'd probably have gone back to bed.
I did the morning jobs, like emptying the dishwasher and refilling it, changing the Girls' water, opening up the windows etc. I couldn't face breakfast. I made myself a delicious coffee, and checked mail and messages. I did some searching for a couple of things I want to buy. I sorted out the paper, and did some of the general knowledge crossword.
And now it's 1.30, and I haven't done anything towards painting the ceiling.
I'm still not hungry. My back hurts. I'm tired (how can I be this tired?!).
