Measured the blood pressure upon waking this morning, and it was just too high. Not wildly too high, no call for the emergency drops, but high enough to warrant the doubling of the dosage of the orange pills. There is hope that this will work.
Downstairs, make breakfast. There are no eggs any more, but just have toast and jam. That is nice enough, The strawberry jam is quite tasty, this slightly more expensive variety is very much better than the cheap stuff, Read the news, almost the complete leadership of Europe is in Washington to talk to that president of the united states of America. It is a strange situation, it seems hard for him to grasp that few European leaders are despots who can decide over their parliaments heads. The result of all this will be interesting.
Walk about town to escape the dark thoughts and the confusion in the mind.
Have a cup of coffee in the small café. The Argentine turns up, and after finishing a long telephone call have a longer conversation with him. He is doing well now, he seems to be recovering from his various illnesses.
But after a short while continue the walk about town and return home. Have a short conversation with the artist, and then go over to the gallery and take down the pictures. The exhibition is over now, that is the way things go. It is a shame that there were no pictures sold, but that is the way the cookie crumbles.
The son arrives with the good news that he would like join the journey to Ireland. That is very nice. There is always the chance that this will be the last such trip.
It is something to look forward too.
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