May 30th, 2003



I suppose I should put some clothes on and go and see about cooking this chicken, or something useful like that.

Cold much worse, stayed home and went back to sleep, got out of bed around 2, with a certain amount of apprehension about what might have happened at lunchtime to find it hadn't happened at all, stopped to find out why before going back to bed again. At least I can worry about Diana on and off to take my mind off it though.