Slowly disintegrating Wych Elms. Loads of small branches now litter the garden every time there are high winds. The Rooks and other crows have been snapping off branches for their nests, and the Woodpecker is heard pecking around these dead trees on most days.

Today I stepped outside, unlike yesterday, but only briefly. Still not worth much, and unfortunately at one point (like yesterday) I had to lie down for ten minutes to avoid fainting, or the potential dangers of fainting.