Tick-a-lish (not for the squeamish)
I’d had a small scab on my hip for about a week, but had assumed that I had scratched myself, […]
Health
October 18th 1981
I hate Sundays – always have, always will, I expect. I woke up this particular Sunday feeling dreadful, tho’ I
December 7th 1981
When I awoke, Val was sitting in the chair next to me – she was feeling considerably worse, + had
December 12th 1981
We both showered, + then Val went out to buy our breakfast. When she returned, she also had a box
December 21st 1981
We crawled out of bed at some appalling hour, before the sun had climbed above the surrounding hills. Too early,
February 9th 1982
The “usual fare” of the night before – or it may have been the morning: who can tell? – clearly
August 11th 1982
A pretty good night’s sleep, especially after our recent privations. And no trouble at all making a fire this time,
August 16th 1982
Paul had told us about a trip that it was possible to wangle one’s way onto, out to the airport
October 26th 1982
After breakfast, into town with Rich. He is starting his job-hunting today, but all being well he hopes to take
December 6th 1982
I had an awful night, at some stage my hangover giving way to severe stomach pains. Last night, only after
March 18th 1983
Before heading out to collect our gear, we stumbled upon a clinic, so decided to settle at least one of
March 26th 1983
Not a good day for me. The night went well, in that we slept, but yesterday’s vague feelings of discomfort