After a really busy morning I have zero choice but to go to bed.

Yesterday was too busy and I am going to take days to recover from that so adding more onto today was stupid.

All I did today was, take Dennis to work, visit Robin, go shopping, prepare dinner ready for this evening, washing up, putting away, fetch the dustbins from outside, vacuum, clean the kitchen … probably some more things but, the point is, that’s actually not much and yet, it’s finished me off.

I really hate, and I don’t say ‘hate’ often, but I do hate my poor health.