Apple crop

These apples are growing on one of the 62 trees in my parents' orchard. My walk to the bottom of the garden to photograph them was quite an effort for me on another day when I have felt absolutely rotten.

I slept a bit better (in my own bed, alone) overnight. I remained in bed throughout the day, half-listening to the radio, feeling sorry for myself. I was most comfortable in the bath.

At 6pm I managed to drag myself away from the sickbay to join my mother and Mr hazelh for the evening trip to the hospital. I was keen to go along because I won't see my father again until next weekend. My not-so-little sister takes over from us on daughter duties tomorrow.

Exercise today: none.