The 9th of May. I woke up this morning and for a brief moment, the election hadn't happened and everything was good. Then I came back down to earth. Also, it was 5am and I couldn't get back to sleep so I was not thrilled. Mommy and Christine were both up early too, but not to quite the same extent.

Daddy went to buy papers and report on whether the café round the corner was open, which it was, so I went for coffee and breakfast while I read my Guardian. I had American pancakes with maple syrup (very fluffy and tasty) and two flat whites (better than Costa but not excellent). As I was leaving, I ran into Mommy and Christine who were going in search of a scone. I explained that my lungs were being totally shit, and I was going to need the wheelchair to go anywhere. Mommy went to the house to get it and Daddy, and we trundled down to The Town Mill Bakery where they shared a brownie and a giant Eccles cake, and I watched the people assemble various lunch dishes. Mommy and I then went to Amid Giants and Idols where I had another fiat white (good), but they didn't appear to have any lunch, so we went all the way back down the hill (I walked - rolling would have been terrifying) to The Courtyard Café where I had a dressed can sandwich (super tasty) and Mommy had Welsh Rarebit.

We made our way back to the house, where I have watched Cats and Dogs (insane) and finished Them by Jon Ronson. Tonight we're having fresh scallops, prawns and sole. I need this.

The 10th of May.

I managed a better sleep - I wasn't awake at four am for which I was grateful. I didn't go out for breakfast, but Christine did, so I got her to bring me back some coffee. I spent the morning half-watching Sunday Brunch, starting to crochet the body of Rufus the Lion and reading the new Jeffery Deaver.

We'd booked a table at The Millside Restaurant for lunch, where I had asparagus and pea risotto and vanilla crème brûlée with lemon shortbread. There was a very loud family on the table next to us, but they had a fun baby who I made faces at so I didn't mind too much. 

After returning to the house, I have finished both Solitude Creek and the body of Rufus, so I am very pleased with my productivity. Daddy and Christine watched the Grand Prix (not particularly eventful) and now we have Murray vs Nadal on. My line needs flushing tonight - blood is leaking down. It'll probably get done during the Baftas.