The day

I heard late last night that Marjorie, my friend who had had the catastrophic stroke, had died. I kept waking up in the night thinking about what I could write to her husband. It is hard, but I delivered my letter.

The nosedrip and sneezes continue so I've sat in the seat by the window, finishingbthe Quick Crossword, doing my Jane Austen homework, knitting a bit as I listened to podcasts (Neil Kinnock on Nye Bevan and the NHS), and trying to cheer myself up by researching a trip for Jenny and me in November.

Forecast is snow tomorrow which should be nicer than the grey wet skies.