I woke up at eight to the noise of hammering and drilling from loft conversion work next door but one, but dozed for another hour. One way or another, I had a good night's sleep. I felt slightly queasy rather than light headed after getting up and having breakfast. Although I didn't feel tired my head felt congested though not aching, an odd sensation. Clare and I had hairdo appointments with Chris at lunchtime. I decided to give mine a miss and not take the risk of feeling worse when I'm out and about. In the past, queasiness has been a side effect of what medications do to my stomach especially slow release capsules. Eating live kefir yoghurt generally relieves the symptoms, and is included in our regular diet, though not over the past few days, so I went out and bought some, and it had the desired result. It's disturbing to think that medications are intended to prevent strokes or heart attack undermine the healthy functioning of the digestive tract.
While I was out shopping I bought a pack of chicken legs to cook in a casserole. In the fridge I found some uncooked new potatoes left from a change in menu yesterday, and roasted them in oil on the lid of the casserole turned up side down - a convenient way to benefit from the oven heat. I don't know why I didn't think of this before.
I recorded and edited the audio for next Wednesday's Morning Prayer after lunch, then walked in Llandaff Fields for an hour and a quarter. After supper I made the slide show video to go with Morning Prayer and uploaded it to YouTube. Then we watched Paul McCartney being interviewed in a Radio 2 special called 'Tracks of my years' reflecting on ten records which embody the influences and inspirations of his musical life story. An hour of pure nostalgia, starting from 1956, the year I started Grammar School, and first heard Elvis and the Beatles songs on the radio, or on family record players. Happy days indeed, filled with memories of a world so different in many ways from nowadays.
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