Still life with fire engine backblip

Steve went off at 6 to the polling station in Gloucester where he was Presiding Officer during local elections. I got up and tried to work all day. I didn’t succeed. Even so, I was still doing stuff such as trying to sort out my study. Crazy. I wasn’t well.

In the evening, a fire engine turned up in our street and attended one of the bungalows. Never a dull moment here: it’s an ‘interesting’ street. Steve came back at about 11, I think. Can’t remember now, almost a week later. I’m sleeping in the spare room because of my cough. The mattress in there is latex, and much more comfortable than the other ancient model with dinosaur vertebrae sorings.