Monday , bloody monday

Apontment to see another letting agent at one. Cars, maybe sick so we took the bus. The fare was £2.20 return, no wonder people drive cars so much! its only a mile and a half. Anyway waited in the cold wind and they didnt bother to turn up, so fuck em.
I notice the fish are gone, which is good, the painting on the beam, of mummy and lad, he did at school, had fallen down, i didnt replace it, maybe im frightned to touch it. walked to Hotdogs to see how his wife is recovering from gallballder Op, she seems ok. Hotdog gave us a lift home. Son started to watch childrens telly and i wandered out to the shed, did soem fideling with wood, walked back up path to hear son chatting to soemone, i was suprised to find wife there. She had been up stares sleeping , haveing come home sick with a migrane. the tension is getting to us all. With me its frenetic but unconstructive activity or paralised ingoring, with wife its migranes and a tendancey to do everyhthing needed to be done fast, very slow.

I slept very very badly last night, couldnt sleep then got up, went back to bed and still lay for a couple of hours listening to the radio. Now im feeling very fetigued, but i bet i cant sleep tonight either.