Improvement

Yes, enough to make me think I'll be fine tomorrow. Sore throat's the only thing that's not budging. Still, work happened, can't complain about that.

Can't even express the tiredness. I need to write to my mum, haven't written since we got back. Even thinking about it makes me weary. I will be spending Xmas and her birthday with her, it will be fine, I just...I don't know. Just want to sleep.

Bought a book I wanted for years, despite its awful title; Mummers, Maypoles and Milkmaids, a Journey through the English Ritual Year. I first saw this at the Horniman museum, years ago and was charmed by its discovery of customs I knew very little about, Hunting the Earl of Rhone, and the Mayor of Ock Street, as well as some familiar favourites. Finally bought it, can't read it, can't connect.

Nothing is working. All I can do is ache and sleep. Ow.