Well on Friday morning after writing the blog I went back to bed - till 3 o'clock. Not really a good move, missed meals and more importantly fluids. I felt a bit dehydrated when I woke up. Jean had been trying to persuade me to get up but I didn't want to. I got fed up with everything and started to feel down. Expecting visitors at 3 I got out of bed and made a big effort to get looking human - it nearly worked. I think the poor sleep and the scale of my recovery (ie another 8 weeks) had got me down.