Another bad night's sleep on the couch. The Fitbit or the app may be faulty, which wouldn't be surprising as Google has imposed Google Health, whatever that is, on the working of the fitbit app. It may be that the app just stopped working for four hours. It could be something to do with an internet connectivity glitch interrupting the device telemetry. At least I don't feel terrible!
When I woke up at daybreak, I peeped out of the lounge curtains and saw a bullfinch poised on the garden bench nearby. It's the first time I've ever seen one, let alone at close quarters.
Ann and Clare have decided to return to Cardiff tomorrow and stop with us overnight before travelling to London. It's the best way to reduce the uncertainty about the train connection on a Bank Holiday.
When I was in the bathroom I had a phone call from Withybush A&E about coming in for a blood test. I said the journey was too stressful after a bad night of sleep, and I need rest and quietness. A note will be sent to our GP. I can book a blood test when I get home.
I had savoury black beans cooked with fried onion and mushroom, Ann and Clare had omelettes. They went to the train station afterwards to buy tickets for tomorrow. I slept for another hour and went for a slow walk as the drizzle had stopped
I had a WhatsApp message exchange with Kath at tea time, and an hour later a voice call with Rachel. She sang me a song she's practicing for a gig. The recording app on my phone refused to record the song live, so I recorded it on my digital dictator and changed the .wma file format to .mp3 using Google's Cloud Convert to email it to her instead.
We all went to bed by ten. I was too tired, and didn't want to fight the wind and rain to walk my full daily distance. I found a thick blanket and folded it in layers to serve as an extra cushion for the couch in the hope of a less uncomfortable and longer night's sleep.
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