Black Dog Blog

There are Springwatch/Breathing Places/Dirty Hippie Squad people in the Club bar today, persuading everyone to plant baby wildflower seeds in biodegradable pots and take them home for the bees and butterflies. It's cute. I have duly acquired a little cardboard pot of black stuff and seeds for me mum.

(The seed packet says: Corn cockle, cornflower, corn chamomile, corn marigold, corn poppy, night-flowering catchfly (aha, that sounds more like it!), lady's bedstraw, meadow buttercup, ox-eye daisy (how unutterably vulgar and maudlin), red campion, toadflax, yarrow.)

I hate flowers.

Tremor (on scale of 0–5 none–worst): ranging up to 2 or 3 in relatively infrequent patches
Weakness: very noticeable

Sleep last night: 8 hours, managed to get up (close-run thing) but was dazed for a good hour or so. You definitely wouldn't think I'm getting plenty of sleep, an hour or two more than I usually get!
Stressful situations?: nope… indeed, steady-handed while bedding the little baby seedies. (As far as I noticed.)

Concentration: ok
Balance: a little giddy in places
Dopey: I must look worse than I feel; the compost people completely blanked me, I had to speak twice to get their attention while they spoke to two people who'd mooched over after me
Speech: clear-ish, just completely inane
Eyes: grunge city for several hours after waking up; weak all day
Temperature: comfortable

*sneezes twice and looks abruptly confused*