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The 13th & 14th; All round improvement.

The 13th & 14th; All round improvement.

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The 13th of August.  I love Zopiclone. I had some last night and for once it actually worked; it wasn't hours before I fell asleep, and I stayed asleep all night long. Curiously, I remember one of my dreams, which I don't normally when I have drugs - we smeared Grandma's head in jelly to make her warm. 

So I slept in, which was delightful, and after breakfast, I wrote up a blog post. And now we know we saw the last race Usain Bolt won. Even if it was a heat. And Mommy is extra glad she's got tickets to see Mo next weekend at the Alexander Stadium. 

This afternoon, I needed to get away from the horrors of life (if you don't know what I'm talking about, you're not paying enough attention), so I went upstairs, and I listened to James Acaster being interviewed by Richard Herring at Edinburgh which made me laugh so much, I can't wait to see him again this autumn. Then I went to watch the final episode of Orphan Black with Betty, which made me do a small cry, but it was for happy reasons, not sad. 

I have felt much less terrible today. Less tired, less pain, less burping. All round improvement. 

The 14th of August. 

Normal sleep service has resumed, it seems. No drugs last night. Suddenly realised this morning that Becky and James' wedding anniversary is tomorrow and we hadn't got them cards. So, after Mommy had been to do the food shop that didn't happen at the weekend, we went into Sutton to get some. While there, I bought some lip balms because mine is about to run out, and some nail varnish remover, then we got cards. 

Back home, we had lunch, then Becky and Jamie appeared with gifts to say thank you for feeding their cats while they've been away. Jamie should have been on his way back to Strasbourg, but he missed all his trains. He should be on his plane now, if everything this afternoon went to plan. We can but hope. 

Since then I have been crocheting a tiny teddy with the remaining pretty baby wool. I've actually finally had a good idea for what to give Pete and Sophie for their twins, and after talking to her this morning, I have a very up to date idea for when they're likely to be born, so I don't need to rush. 

Here's to ten more.

Here's to ten more.

The 11th & 12th; Absolutely lost her shit.

The 11th & 12th; Absolutely lost her shit.