Monday 19th August

I am becoming disorientated.  On waking I cannot quite remember which house I am in, or indeed which country I am in.  Complication sets in, when in the dark middle of the night I rise to pee, I stumble on my way to where the light switch should be, and even the bathroom is in the wrong place.

This weekend I was in Walton, but last week in France until Wednesday and then London for two nights.

I did manage to get some writing done this weekend, but I was so damned tired I slept for an hour or so on Saturday afternoon.  Is it trying to fit work into my holiday schedule, or all the travelling that makes me so tired?

I seem to be on a perpetual journey, plane or tube or train.  Today, Sunday, I am travelling back to London.   A quick unpack, stick the washing on, deal with mail etc.  then out again in an hour, dlr and tube to Kings Cross and train to Stevenage to see my daughter Lydia.  Grandaughter Sophie will be two on Tuesday so I will be delivering birthday presents.  Also she will be staying in the London house for a few days while I am away next week.  Then back to London tonight and three days of work.  In all today I will spend at least 6 hours on trains of one sort or another.

To France again on Thursday for six days, then back for a while.  Six weeks or so, I expect.

At least I might be able to wake up for a few weeks safe in the knowledge of which country I am in.