Comfort

Last night I was so tired I was in bed by about 9.30. and then naturally couldn't sleep. So I lay there listening to my heartbeat in the warmth and darkness. Eventually I dreamed of a strange situation in which I was either solving a crossword puzzle or trying to think up clues in order to make one; the answer was the phrase My Dear , and even though it took me an unfeasible length of time to work it out, I had a very restful night's sleep only to be woken by a cat on my pillow making tender breakfast purrs at me.

Today we spend time with friends. Today also I must broach R about the possibility of my brother turning up sometime next week. The itinerary is uncertain and he's wibbling around as ever, his preferred tendency to just appear on the doorstep like Mr Bennet at Pemberley. Being a planner R would find this maybe/maybe not stuff difficult anyway, but the identity of the guest does not help; Bro's behaviour has been deeply unimpressive at times. Having said that, he has been excellent re this issue and is working hard to support me, make me laugh, keep Mum from pecking away at my head. His emotional support dalek is sitting on my mantelpiece. When he's kind, he's very kind.

I still haven't checked my phone to see if his arrangements are any further along ... and besides, mum's going to have spammed me with Frank Suaraz videos. She wants me to find out about Guanabana now. Still, if it stops her fretting about monkey pox, it's all good.