Temperature. Aching muscles. Awake in the night…morning. Attic window open summer outside swallow swift rook singing, the cars on the road the river and trains rattling past on the tracks
Syd looking after Naoise, he loves the responsibility, I.worried Naoise wouldn’t.wake. I.worry about the scootering, all haphazard.
Dry toast and coffee.have perked me up. Illness is boring.
The summer air at thewindow.
School run..maybe I.can.manage pick I Naoise up..fever dissipating.