Matthew's Journal

Went off on Saturday to James Blaylock[1]'s party for his almost-daughter[2]'s wedding. Lots of champagne, which was good; then a trip to the marsh for a "swim" which was alright, except for the vast number of cuts in my feet which resulted. We slept on the floor in the living-room, which was *full* of mosquitos - I must have killed half a dozen of the damned things.

Today, we came home, via Sally's grandad, spent a lazy hour or two in the bath, and had dinner provided by claroscuro followed by a rubber of bridge, a bit of dopplekopf and some contract whist. Now, alas, I cannot sleep, despite being really tired - I have three really bad bites, which combine to mean there's almost no sensible configuration that doesn't rub up at least one of them.. I've been a bit naughty, and taken a pair of 30/500 co-codomol - I'm hoping those will space me out enough to actually be able to sleep, rather than the current situation, where I want to excise great chunks of my skin. This is despite application of copious hydrocortisone acetate ointment, too :(

[Update]: two hours later (so about 5.20 am), and I'm still just as awake.


[1]atreic's biological father
[2]His current partner's daughter by a previous husband