The plumbers (4 of them) didn’t go until 6.45pm. It was good to have the house back to ourselves. Poor Marie had to go moments later to catch the bus to Middlesbrough. I went to bed at 11pm and kp followed at 2am.

Not a good day today. We had some good plans today. Tesco shopping and in the afternoon, I was due to give blood, with kp coming to meet up with her work buddies.

From the moment she woke up, I could tell all was not well. The tell-tale signs were there. She was quiet, with her head down and uninterested in anything around her.

I made her some breakfast – hardly a word was spoken. She was uninterested in anything I had to say, and apologised for her mood – Obviously, not necessary ! From the little she did say, I could gather it was her body that was pulling her mind down. There is so much she wants to do, but she feels so trapped unable to do it. Something as simple as “putting the washing out”. She was chomping at the bit to do that today but couldn’t.

When it came to me giving blood, she certainly wasn’t up to going and couldn’t have faced her work buddies, so we stayed at home. It’s a shame really, because we got her all ready for a trip out and she spent most of the afternoon in bed.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day – although Cleo is going to the vet in the morning and that could spell bad news. Fingers crossed – as always.