Passport in the morning – Kokila and Pavel and Christian; Violin and piano and songs and The Rose and the Nightingale by Oscar Wilde. Tremendous stuff, actually. The reading-with-music of the Wilde story is really quite epic.
Get home, have fruit and out to Walker. However, when I get there and start working I pass out on the table. And then under the table. Don’t know what it is. Feels like dizzyness, instability. Doesn’t feel like illness, if you see what I mean, but it is incapacitating.
At five thirty I walk home. There’s soup and bread, and a bit of TV.