The exertions of helping first the Argentine and then the artist move their stuff have taken their toll and it wasn't possible to get up and have a lively day despite the best intentions. A walk to the urologists practice to leave the letter from the general practitioner, and a short visit to the café and tiredness set in.
At home again it was hardly possible to do anything. Lay down on the couch, after a while things started to improve.
Cleared up a further tiny part of the mess in the kitchen and started the dishwasher.
Then went upstairs to lie down for half an hour.
Woke up hours later.
What is wrong?
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