2008-09-24 - 2:47 p.m.
Saturday: we received some excellent news. Elizabeth arrived later. Sunday: we took Elizabeth back to the airport. Monday: teaching; practising the flute. Tuesday: scrapped the piece on which I was working. Just as I was about to rip up the pages and place them in the bin, the little voice in my head suggested that may not be a good idea. It's likely there might portions which could be used at a later date, but I can't see that at the present time. Gradually began to feel ill. In the night I went into the toilet and promptly collapsed on the floor, to be found by Sue some moments later. I have rarely felt so ill (stomach, headache and sore throat). At this moment (14-55) whatever it was that has taken up residence in my body is in the process of leaving.