Having spent about a year and a half in a state of stressed anxiety about just about everything, and most of the time since I got back from Americaland with some kind of sinussy bug thing, yesterday morning I woke feeling absolutely cack. I drank some tea to try to warm myself up and nearly thew it up again. I have a pretty robust stomach: I’ve never thrown up through drinking unless you count the time I drank some weird red soft drink on a boat in Australia and was seasick.

Tracy The Cleaner at work had been feeling crook for a few days and described the same symptoms so when I got home I put on some thyme and sandalwood oil in a vapouriser. (Thyme is supposed to kill airborne bacteria and sansalwood balances the smell nicely)

Also, having finally found time to get a scanner working on my Pee Cee, I decided to scan in a few old photos:

• http://watdenku.demon.co.uk/~sweavo/minitrailer.php
• http://watdenku.demon.co.uk/~sweavo/snowmin.php

It was extremely soothing to realise that in addition to an unpredictable hostile difficult future, I also have an immutable, rich, varied past, and that some of the friends in that past I still have today.

Hurrah!

I slept soundly for the first time in months, and woke feeling great. I don’t know whether it was the thyme or the history that did it…