Monday, April Fool’s day, so its a go careful day. Now its night and I am desperately tired. I’ve done little apart from write a letter and cook a meal. Apart from that I managed a walk around the village and post the letter. Tesco turned up late and prompted some provision squirreling. Now full of night meds I go to bed in the hope of a nights sleep. I’ve not had a single worthwhile thought all day, no ideas and no poetic inspiration. I hope tomorrow is a lot less pedestrian.