Yesterday

I went to the meeting yesterday feeling really ill. I was so spaced out that I whacked my head on two sixteenth-century doorways. I could hardly keep my eyes open, so went home and made a bed on the sofa. Meanwhile I made a mincemeat stew, which turned my stomach a few times while I was cooking it. I gave myself a small portion and left most of it. I put a documentary on but fell asleep for an hour and a half.