Nearly a week has gone by since my last post. I have spent
it in the grip of an exceptionally tedious virus: there are ever so many things
I am supposed to be doing and though I have inched forward with the curent
project, ‘inch’ has been the word. The good Olga, conscience stricken for
having been paid for a month when she couldn’t work, turned up today to sort
out my study. This has been a famously tactful process. She hasn’t thrown away
any paper, she assures me, but all the piles have been disassembled and
cleaned, and the remains of fossilised daddy long legs and so forth removed,
which is definitely a good thing, since the gluey remains of antique insects
hasn’t exactly encouraged plumbing the depths. I might even be able to bring
myself to move stuff about when I’m feeling a bit stronger, and I even wonder
whether a book Honey managed to lose years ago will emerge from the newly tidy heaps.
Running up and down stairs with piles of books is a bit beyond me just at the
moment, and there’s no point in moving books unless they’re moved to the right
place, but I will try and sort it out. I’m feeling better today, and a bit less
dumb than I have been for a while, so perhaps I am over the worst.
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