Grounded with Diana in Paxton with my illness, getting better with time as Diana and the girls went to Cambridge to see her parents.
By midday, I had had some porridge and was recovering something of my old self and so kept the family company whilst we all went to McDonalds for some lunch.
It was a rough night, as I tried unsuccessfully to get the right amount of bed clothes on as my fever blew hot and cold.
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Eventually I lay in and awoke with a headache. Staggered up, feeling groggy and not at all with it as I was still very weak, dehydrated and now had the runs to tie me to the toilet for long periods of time.
I was not going to recover in time to join Diana and the girls for the trip to Cambridge to see her parents and so could only stay at home in bed for the morning.
I did get up long enough to telephone Wiggly and exchange a number of Email messages with her telling her that I was grounded for the time being until I could restore my health and with it the sensibility that I need to organise this complicated world of mine.
To Diana's credit, she had been very attentive of my fate, particularly so as I had to admit that it was a meal out in a seafood restaurant that had led to the problem!
I was in telephone contact with Daniel who advised me on a re-installation of Windows95 in a vein attempt to overcome my software problems but it actually drained me of intellectual energy and left things exactly as before.
By midday, I had had some porridge and was recovering something of my old self and so kept the family company whilst we all went to McDonalds for some lunch.
I managed a burgher, an orange juice and apple pie without further distress and then was able to work much better in the afternoon; between Email messages sent and received from Wiggly.
In the last of them, she mentioned going to the theatre and a jumble sale with Michael next weekend instead of being with me and I took this rather badly.
She telephoned for campaign advice later on but I could only talk to her formally for risk of Diana overhearing me and realising who she was. By the evening,
I had got up to date with my journal and was able to start thinking of other things to do.