Happy birthday to me! Phil up a few times during the night so was a bit shattered. Deb and mum Phil-sat so I could sleep in after a breakfast made of cherry bakewells and a nice cup of tea!
Big parcel arrived from Kate in nz with enough sake to give me alcoholic poisoning. *frantic cheering*. I do loves me some sake!!
Phil is for some reason incredibly tired, has slept almost all day, like he’s drugged. Too cruel to keep him forced awake and the weather is too crap to take him out for a spin.
The afternoon entertainment consisted of taking Phil to Kings hospital for an EEG. Couple of hours of fun and games. Was quite odd sitting there watching Phil’s brain waves. Those squiggly lines were the pattern of an incurably diseased brain, but they just looked like any other squiggly lines, what would normal squiggles look like? Phil came back deathly silent, not speaking to anyone. I don’t know what he’s thinking but I can guarantee it’s grim and dark.
Back home and straight into the kitchen to cook dinner! Shared my beer with a beef casserole. Greater love hath no man. Still at least Phil will eat carrots and parsnips now, just grateful for something he can chew.
Casserole stewing away and me sitting here attempting to have a ‘meditate’ in the smallest room and I can hear Phil being difficult, seen Deb and mum on the case… Off I go! Really, the fragmented lifestyle can occasionally become absurd.
The day finished up coaching Phil into having a poo then watching Elgar on TV.
That Pinteresque enough for you?