David says too much sleep is making my mind hungry. That’s his rationale for my hallucinatory dreams, which, while I’ve been sick, have consisted of bright colour with little form and a feeling of floating, interspersed with vivid action dreams.

This photo is an attempt to portray the colours and shapes but it’s not very good really. If I’d been up to more, I’d have done it with bigger mirrors and motion to blur it all up a bit. Still, it’s the first pic since Thursday that’s taken more than a single shot so I must be feeling a bit better!

I’m not so sure though about the hungry mind thing. My body obviously needs this sleep or it wouldn’t keep enveloping me and carrying me off when I barely realise it. Since Thursday night, there hasn’t been a day when I’ve been awake for more than 8-9 hours and feeling as I do now, only three hours after waking, I think today will be the same. This is so unlike me. Usually I’m dashing around like a crazy woman for 16-17 hours a day.

Poor David has had the worst of both worlds this last week but he’s still been so patient and kind. He had to put up with me being away for days, then when I got home, instead of our usual time together, enjoying each other’s company, he’s watched me looking like a ghost, disappearing into the bathroom or into bed.

It’s good for me to be moving about a bit more, I’m dressed and ‘up’ (in the loosest of senses really, a blanket and pillow on the sofa is the extent of my movement) BUT I have been banned from the kitchen because I’m not allowed to touch any food or to touch our kitchen implements in case of transferring the infection. I’m being fastidious about it because I have to be but I’m feeling distraught at being kept out of my favourite room.

Mind you, my heart soared last night when I saw DM, Jamie Oliver cook book propped open on the work surface, preparing tomato soup for supper for us both as I was hungry for the first time since Thursday. Heavenly it was too. He’s a bit flummoxed by my lack of prepared stuff in the kitchen but he’s really rising to the challenge. What a hero.

Last year, Archie had been swimming and two years ago I was almost getting myself run over!