I have got to stop using the computer so much: official.
Headache for 4th morning in a row so bad, with one eye drooped shut, fears of nasty things took over & I found myself in A&E. Thankfully it was only migraine, brought on by leaping at the keyboard first thing to get writing before daughter gets up.
This is no bad thing. I shall have to manage my time better, and not faff around so much in between. I've had a few days away from the novel now, and, as we're going away again on Friday, am not going through all the traumas of starting up and am obeying nags from family to make a life for myself away from screen-central. Rose-tinted glasses, the doctor said, and turn the screen to dim, though haven't worked out how to do that yet.
Sitting in A&E (and not for long, was called in ahead of the queue, which of course made me even more scared) worst worries were
OH NO going to miss friends coming for lunch tomorrow
OH NO going to miss the Stones
OH NO going to miss our trip to S of France.
So feeling all a bit new-lease-of-lifey now.
The Stones were great, Mick Jagger energy and Keith Richards lighting a fag that looked like a joint and saying 'it's good to be here' and being part of a Mexican wave and Midnight Rambler and this catwalk going out into the middle of the stadium, which I thought Jagger would leap down at some stage (berr) and wave at us lot at the back. But the whole band moved along it, on a kind of hidden rail track, till they were so close we could see the depths of their wrinkles. Surreal, dream-like and wonderful.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.