I’m now in day three of a humdinger headache. I’ve even taken paracetamol several times and as you would probably expect, I don’t really approve of that much.

Since I’ve been sick, I’ve been trying to take really good care of myself. I’m drinking no alcohol at all, eating wholesome food and trying to eat at “sensible times” rather than having our main meal of the day at 10pm, which was common in my “other life”. I’ve also already reported on the eyesight and hearing. So I should be starting to see some reward for that I reckon but I look in the mirror and see a ghost of a woman who can’t remember when she last laughed. Not only that but I’ve not had a haircut for many months, have so much grey that even if I close my eyes I can still only see grey, I am covered in spots and generally look, well not to put too fine a point on it, a complete mess. Yes folks, it’s official. I look like a bag lady. Poor DM, he’s wondering how he came to find himself in this joyless world of mine.

However, I am taking hope from one thing……

You know I have always been a sufferer of bad dreams. Dreams where there are rivers of blood, fire and pestilence. Well, last night I dreamed I was putting the chickens to bed and I opened the nest box to “count bottoms” and found two magpies roosting in one of the nest boxes and kicking up a right old stink to make sure I saw them and knew they were there. Two for joy. Perhaps it’s an omen?

Last year, my heart was full of hope and my photo reflected that.