My mind is muddy, but my heart is heavy, does it show.

There's nothing nice about being ill.
When you live on your own and have nobody else around, being ill makes you feel even more crap than you already do.
Not because you want to be waited on, pampered or mothered.
Not because you want somebody asking how you're feeling fourteen different ways.
Not because you want verbal or physical sympathy.

You just want somebody there....
It makes all the difference.

I think I'm coming out the other side of it now. Not much comfort in that though, considering being ill has meant I've not been able to see The Girl this weekend. She called me "unclean".

Prior to falling ill, I'd finished a complete re-fit of somebody's bathroom. Originally I thought ten days. Finished in six. Not too bad considering I had to take out all his old suite units, take the old tiles off the wall, strip three walls down to bare brick, take up the old flooring, rip up the floorboards to re-pipe everything, dry-line and plaster the walls, rebuild the window-shelf, tile the walls and floor (which I had help with), build some boxing, change two radiators for towel-warmer rails and then re-fit a new suite. It might have been a day less had that nail not gone through his hot water pipe, but let's not mention that one!

House For Sale Watch : Day Thirty One.
Nothin' Happenin'.
I think it's time to get another Estate Agent signed up, much as it pains me to do so. I'm also gonna be dropping the price.