It’s 1.30am and we’re still up. John’s been ill all week. Not bad enough for doctor, but a temperature amd sleeping most of the time. He got up this evening and was very sick half an hour ago. May have to get the doctor after all, but there’s nothing very dramatic wrong - just that it’s gone on for so long. At first it was reaction to strong antibiotics from dentist. He stopped taking them mid-course, so that might be the reason.

Gardener started today. Very hard worker, but I’ve never met anyone so bad at listening. Maybe it was nerves. He carried on talking when I was talking, and it was as if I hadn’t said anything. Don’t think he knows much about plants either. Didn’t recognise several weeds, and thought the evening primrose grew from bulbs. Perhaps it does, but I thought it just self-seeded. Anyway, he worked hard, and I wouldn’t have been able to do such heavy work.(Barbara at church recommended someone, but they couldn’t do it and put me on to this other person.)

We were supposed to go to an open air jazz concert tonight. J wasn’t well enough to go. I had bought the tickets ages ago as a surprise for him, and had forgotten all about it. (Jazz isn’t really my thing) If I had realised it in time I could have given the tickets away. I’m sure Norma would have enjoyed going if she was free.

Anyway, let’s see what the night brings. Night diary.