There was a strong burst of wind and rain this morning at about 5.30 which woke us both. Wide awake, I got up to check that all was well, especially with the new gazebo, made us a cup of coffee and took it back to Marilyn in bed. I stayed up to watch some rubbish on TV but Marilyn has rolled over for a bit longer. Once I'm disturbed I can't get back to sleep so I'm better occupying myself another way.
I'm not reading much at the moment,; I'm finding that I lose focus on stories and have to re-read a bit when I pick them up again. Now I understand where the phrase 'losing the plot' comes from. I'm better with non-fiction now than the detective stories which were my main interest but I'm more likely to occupy myself with a crossword puzzle than a book. I like the giant puzzles like Mr Wisdom's Whopper and, somehow, my brain has retained the ability to cope with these. It's funny how someone's memory can recall that another name for 'witchdoctors' is 'shamans' but can't remember that I'm supposing to be getting my haircut today. It's just as well that Marilyn isn't 'losing the plot' just yet.
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