Another cold and sunny autumnal day. I slept fairly well, nearly seven hours. Ten hours in bed, two hours awake for peeing in the night and an hour half awake listening to 'Thought for Today' and the morning news. The volume of pee is half what it was two weeks ago, just about, so I don't need to drink as much to re-hydrate. I'm still getting used to the impact of the other meds I take in the morning. I no longer have the strong diuretics totally ruining my sleep so that I wake up feeling poorly and am perhaps more sensitive to the passage of the meds into my blood stream to do their job. I think the blood thinners make me sleepy. It's best just to go with the flow, not push myself and only make an effort to be active when I feel ready.
A lovely photo on WhatsApp from Kath and Anto on the beach this sunny morning in Barcelona before their flight home after the Children's Theatre conference they attended in Sabadell.
Clare went to her study group in Penarth, and I prepared veg and hake fillets to steam for lunch when she returned. After we'd eaten, I worked on tomorrow's Morning Prayer video slideshow. I was just finishing it when Marc arrived. Trust the video maker app to start being uncooperative and not properly complete the task as I was welcoming Marc. Clare and I walked with him to Thompson's Park. We sat on a bench and watched the sun set, then came home for Earl Grey tea and chocolate biscuits as it got dark. After Marc left us, I went out again before supper to complete my daily step quota in the dark. As I walked down Llandaff Fields on my way back the waxing crescent moon appeared as it neared the western horizon, chasing the sun. I'm more used to seeing it rise from the eastern horizon. It was quite a surprise. When I got back, I uploaded the completed video to YouTube ready for tomorrow.
After supper we watched an edition of 'The Morecambe and Wise Show', a tape recording lost for fifty years rediscovered and remastered for today's tellies. Traditional Music Hall laugh-out-loud entertainment, unsophisticated often puerile humour, if not politically correct for the era of Cancel Culture. We must have watched it on our black and white telly when we were in Birmingham and the girls were at the Nursery School in Selly Oak. Happy days indeed.
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