I wake just after 5am to the sound of rain gently hammering on the bedroom window. Joy! I go back to sleep (fitfully) until the alarm goes off at 7am, and, even then, can’t be bothered to get up and get dressed until almost 7.30am. It’s raining steadily and everything outside looks absolutely saturated – it’s a day for being confined to the house, that’s for sure.
Amazingly, there’s a break in the weather just before 10am, and I rush out with the dog for a quick walk around the village hall field – it hasn’t actually stopped raining, just reduced to a fine drizzle.
I spend the rest of the morning checking emails and messages on social media, and then catching up on the news by reading The Metro online.
The afternoon’s task is to continue editing my neighbour’s safari holiday video, and I manage to complete the editing of 2 more days, which is impressive when you consider the tremor I have at the moment. I have to say that it has put me off ever going on a safari holiday – there’s only so many elephants and giraffes you need to see, and although I have enjoyed seeing all of the wildlife whilst editing the video, I think it would lose its shine after 3 or 4 days.
I take the dog for her afternoon walk during another brief period of fine drizzle, and drop by the allotment to check on things. Everything is looking fairly good, thanks to the recent rainfall, and I harvest another courgette before it turns into a marrow.
Aside from my tremor (which is mildly irritating), the only symptoms that are bothering me are my walking (which ain’t great) and my voice (when my wife gets home from work, and I want to talk to her). I self-medicate (a beer and some cannabis) after dinner.