A little off colour.

Wake at seven and make a full English breakfast, which I take and eat in the garden room and wash down with black, Italian coffee. Outside it's cloudy again and the path is still wet from the overnight rain. There are no rabbits in the field next to the garden, I think its because the grass has grown to a height of six inches or so, more than enough to hide a stalking cat or fox. There are at least two families of finches nesting in the hedge that separates my garden from the field, I can see them popping out and back with food for their chicks, as I eat my breakfast. Wash, dress and pack my swimming togs before driving to Cherry to take the dogs to the Westwood. Our walk is peaceful and without incident, it's cool today, and the grass is wet from the nights rain. The woods and meadow in Newbegin Pits are lush and green, whilst we prefer the sun, the plants are enjoying the rain. When I drop the dogs off I chat briefly with Alice and Louis, who have stayed with Pip overnight as Sarah is sitting one of her finals today. Louis is excited because Clement is arriving this afternoon and is taking Louis to London after his fifth birthday party on Friday.
I drive into Beverley and park as St. John's, then walk to the Poppy Seed for tea with some friends. Afterwards I walk through town to the library to change some books and then make my way back to the car. It's about half a mile each way to the library, and I have walked maybe two miles with the dogs, nothing really, but suddenly I feel exhausted. Swimming is off for today, I don't feel ill, but I don't feel right either. If there is no change in another week, I will see the doctor. I get back home for twelve and reheat the leftover lamb lunch from Monday, it's OK, but not as nice as when fresh. After lunch I sleep until a heavy shower wakes me at four thirty, get up feeling less tired but hardly full of beans. Make a pot of tea and drink it in the garden room, whilst watching a Utube video of a lecture by Geza Vermes, the world's leading expert on the Dead Sea Scrolls, he is an interesting man, a Hungarian Jew, who became a catholic priest in the order of Sion, in Louvain, did his doctoral thesis on the Scrolls, and is now professor of Jewish studies at the University of Oxford. I have ordered his book on Jesus from the Library. Later made some beef sandwiches and read until bedtime.