Was just thinking I felt better yesterday. Went up to collect my birthday present with DH; felt a bit odd on the way. Not long after picking up present but before planned visit to the BM, I realised I couldn't see properly. Hello again, migraine. Necked a load of drugs & came home, with DH leading me half-blind on and off buses to Charing Cross. So, no marching for me today

DD has gone off for a singing weekend in Cambridge, for which the preparations included a haircut, lots of shaving/exfoliating/creaming and even some ironing. Interesting, no? I asked if she wanted me to get her some condoms, just in case but she assured me there was no need 
Have taken on a temporary job, which I'm enjoying hugely. Partly, of course, because there's a well-defined limit to what I can be expected to achieve in the time. Partly because the house is still so strange without my mother.
Between us we have five concerts in the next eight days, which also helps. Going to spend this afternoon practising and baking, I think. Courage to all those in need of it.