Pynchon

Quick post, because I need to go to bed.

All yesterday's joking aside, Lorraine really isn't very well. She went to the Doctor's this morning and was diagnosed with Viral Tonsillitis or Laryngitis. One of those two. She has been signed off work for a week starting today, but has been told that she could be off for two weeks depending on how she gets on. Lorraine looks bad and feels worse.

Sunday night she banished herself to the front bedroom. (We sleep in the back bedroom.) Last night she started coughing at 2am and kept it up until 7am, when is when I got up. I heard every single cough through the wall. That's why I am so tired. She wasn't doing it on purpose. (Or maybe she was? It could be a cunning plan to drive me mad...)

I won't be here tomorrow night. I am going to the NIA to see The Pogues. I was quite looking forward to it, but I'm not now. I am a bit unkeen about leaving Lorraine on her own, but she has insisted that I go out. I know. I'm a saint, but the bloody halo is a pain!

Later.