This is the latest day on the miserable slow road to recovery, the fever has withdrawn, and it is possible to leave the house and return without feeling like death. The only feeling today was tiredness. In the morning, woke up early and then realised that this was purely on account of biological necessity and otherwise not a good idea at all. Return to bed freezing.
At eleven, the artists call to see how things are and how their current favourite photographer is shaping up. Inform them that it will be a few days yet before everything is back in order again. The brother rings and says that he will pay a visit tomorrow. That is nice, it is something to look forward to.
Shower, then dress, then walkabout town, have a Thai wan tan soup which is perfectly good, and very filling. The bottle of water as accompaniment is an expensive choice. Before the soup arrives the son calls and asks whether his email to the brother was all right in that form. Read the email and see that it is in almost perfect English, just some strange expressions showing that he is not used to using the language on a daily basis.
Ring him back and tell him that this is great and almost perfect. He is happy, and says that he will be home on Friday.
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