In the care home, in the almost dark as there's a lot of noise tonight and my girl is trying to sleep so I've shut the door.

No, too dark, just moved into the lounge where the nurses and care workers are frantically scribbling in files - every action and interaction has to be logged, sometimes taking longer than the action itself. I'm starting to get to know them, though I still only have three of the names properly fixed in my head.

I don't know why I got so distressed last night, but I did and it carried through to this morning, which was just fucking awful, then halfway round the M25 it all drifted away and I felt fine.

OK, they've finished writing and are making tea and I feel as if I'm encroaching into their private time so I'll bugger off for tonight and be back tomorrow.

Today I am grateful for: feeling stronger; finding ED quite cheerful; an easy drive up; spring being all green and luscious all around; friends and family

Sweet dreams xx