A night's sleep disturbed occasionally by Clare's wakeful activity but none the worse for that. I just stayed in bed an hour longer to compensate. She's finding out the best way to minimise pain and discomfort, and resting with occasional walks along the landing. I took her breakfast in bed, then ran the washing machine and hung the load out to dry under a blue sky with ominously dark clouds moving across it. I heard a robin announcing its presence, claiming its territory in a garden nearby. The sound of crows and wood pigeons too, but gulls that roost on the rooftops annoying me at first light, have already left looking for food.
I intended to go to Thornhill at lunchtime to attend the funeral of Tony Lewis, long standing member and organiser of events at the United Services Mess. I have fond recollections of him coaching me to make the formal tribute in pitch darkness at the annual Mess dinner many years ago - a nerve wracking experience. I had to accept that I need to be at home or not far away while Clare is in the early stages of recovery, to be on the safe side. She's doing well so far, but it's a slow process of adjustment to living with a different kind of pain for the moment. I'm kept busy with making sure she has everything she needs; a trip to the surgery to get a prescription for painkillers, preparing meals and serving in the bedroom. I must have gone up and down stairs two dozen times during the day, dealing with the washing and so on. Hilary came by with a lovely bouquet of flowers "to cheer Clare up" she said. How kind!
It was sunset by the time I went for a walk to the Taff, returning in darkness. Then I relaxed watching this week's live episode of 'Inspector Gerri' on More Four then the rest of an episode of 'Ridley' started yesterday on ITVX catch-up. I shall sleep well tonight.
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