We both have a better night, thank goodness. I only wake once (3.30am) to stumble to the loo, trying not to open my eyes wide. Success! I’m back in bed and back to sleep before you know it. We even have a bit of a lie in and don’t get up until almost 10am.
My wife wants to get some work done in the master bedroom today. The little cast iron fireplace needs a piece of slate for its hearth and we also want to get some pictures hung on the walls. I’m sitting downstairs trying to get myself motivated (yes, motivation and energy are still severely lacking) when I hear the sound of my wife with a hammer and cold chisel preparing the hearth for the piece of slate. I drag myself upstairs, prepared to assault the job with my SDS drill, but my wife is making such a tidy job of it (and without making half the mess that I would have) that I leave her to it, and toddle off back downstairs to mix up some adhesive instead.
I lay the piece of slate, and we are both pleased with the way it looks, so that’s good! Now we have a huge pile of pictures to sort through and decide (a) Do we want to keep them? (b) which room they are going in? and (c) which wall are they going on? We end up hanging 4 pictures in our bedroom, a picture and a mirror on the landing, and sorting out a clock and a picture for the spare bedroom.
We are going out to a party tonight, party animals that we are. Not. I’m not feeling up to it, so we won’t stay long. We end up staying just over an hour and a half, enjoy the excellent buffet, and listen to a pretty good covers band. I’d have stayed longer and listened to the live music, but I’m tired so we make our excuses and leave.
We get home and opt for an early bath. I manage to do my trick of a couple of nights ago, fall backwards in the bath and bash my right elbow on the edge of the bath again. My wife must be listening out for me because she is up the stairs and into the bathroom before I’ve finished cursing. I’m okay, no problem. It’s tomorrow that I’ll find out if I’ve done any more damage to myself.