Sunshine, on a cloudy day.

It wasn't a cloudy day at all. It was hot.
But I felt a bit cloudy.

I had another dream last night, and it wasn't scary or horrible or anything.
It was unnervingly peaceful.
A bit sad I suppose, as I think about it now. I need to think about it some more, maybe write it down. It was one of those ones that feel like there is a message in there somewhere, if only I can find of it.

The house is falling to pieces. I really don't know what to do about that. At the moment my blood pressure is really high, which doesn't help things, as it makes me feel like I'm trying to run up a hill all the time, so doing DIY is the last thing on my mind.
Its not really stuff I can sort anyway -- it's the electrics and the damp that are the two biggest problems at the moment.
Those and the roof and the boilers and the floorboards and the windows and the cracks etc etc.

England went out of the World Cup.
I think I was actually quite pleased -- if nothing else the nation's beer consumption will go down by about four hundred per cent.
I was much more moved when Argentina went out. That made me cry.

Number one daughter and I went to church as usual tonight. We took some flowers for one of the elderly ladies there.
That was the highlight of my day.
I hope it cheered her up a bit too.