Up, sit, breakfast, then H goes to work.
Back to the real world, at least at first.
I shave (cut myself badly shaving – more like a duelling scar than a shaving nick) and shower (after I’ve staunched the blood) and go the GP’s emergency surgery. I manage to say enough to give the doctor the opportunity to tell me I’m wrong (which I am, but…) and he prescribes antibiotic drops for me infected eardrum.
Collect said drops from chemist and go home to put them into my ear.
Realise that I’m not going anywhere today.
Spend the rest of the day lying down.