Woke up feverish and nauseous, got up but felt giddy and unwell, so decided to go back to bed and read a very old Helen McInnes thriller and sleep.
Una arrived back and took my blood pressure, my blood sugar and gave me a small white pill to ward off nausea, put the puppies on the bed, poured me orange juice and went off again, saying there is not much wrong but I should stay in bed for the day. Now I am nausea-free so I am eating a large triangle of blue Roquefort cheese and taking it easy. In my novel Richard and Frances have just arrived in Innsbruck in 1939 and there are brown-shirted troopers everywhere. Everyone in the book is either intrepid and resourceful or evil, cunning but stupid. Very restful. I wish Richard and Frances would stop smoking so much.
Tomorrow I shall post something less invalidish.