locked in the lavatory. Actually only one did and that was me when I was at my daughter 's house. One of the granddaughter 's managed to find a coin and rescue me.
I've felt rough for a few days, nothing specific, just a bit bleurgh and wiped out so I did very little and I'm feeling better now.
I'm having to limit my reading, I'm straining my eyes despite using the biggest font on my kindle.
I've weeded out some of the blogs I read, one in particular I feel seems to lost their grip on reality. A few others no longer write about subjects that interest me.
I've started listening to podcasts in the evening once Steve has gone to bed. I don't listen to them during the day as I can't hear Steve if he is talking to me.
Reading has always been a passion of mine and I'm really struggling to fill the hours without it. Resting my eyes also means limiting YouTube and catchup tv as I use subtitles when I watch them.