Monday, 12 September 2022

The long dark tea-time of the soul

Sunday.
I got up when Kev did, I wasn't feeling great, a banging headache, feeling sick and a heightened since of smell, and sensitive to the light. The first signs for me of a migraine. I took my meds and went back to bed for an hour. 
When I woke up I felt better, so I had caught it time. I still had that fuzzy feeling like cotton wool stuffed into my head, so I didn't do anything at my desk. I sat with the TV on silent and just followed the procession of the Queens coffin from Balmoral down to Edinburgh. Without the commentary it was very watchable. 
I had an early night and slept well. 

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