Laziness, apathy, setting in

I just can't be bothered. It's late, and I want to go to bed – don't want to whitter on about my dull, uninspiring day. Have a splitting headache, and all I can think about is paracetamol and being horizontal. Was up until three thirty last night. Ok, so I had a lie in until 10.30am, but it still wasn't enough. Didn't feel any more refreshed or anything. Have struggled zombie-like through the day ever since.

Roused myself enough to sort breakfast, and make packed lunches, before dragging the kids off to Trevarno gardens. Free entry today because of a craft fair. Needed more time though, to look around the gardens proper – poke my head in the museum maybe. But we had to be in Hayle for the kids to do juniors, so it was a very cursory glance over the stalls indeed, and the hopes that I may well find the perfect gifts for everyone, were far from realised. Didn't really end up buying anything, other than a very ordinary cake each, and a hand warmer for Lucy. Did end up pilfering a bar of handmade soap from their toilets though – extremely bad form. On-line confessions – truth will out!

Sat in the car, shivering, while they did their thing. Tried to get some writing done, but couldn't fight the zeds, and soon nodded off. Browsed through the Free Time section in the Cornishman when I came to, looking at all the things that I don't actually have free time to see or do.

Called in at Down the Line surf shop on the way back, to get Eddie's board repaired – the one Rosie trashed when last she used it. Will probably cost too much, but nice to have a chat with Ryan. As cute as ever, and it was his birthday today! A youthful twenty-eight. We may both be horses, but I guess that's about all we have in common. Pity.

I'd forgotten to take my mobile with me, so it was really nice to find a dinner invitation message left on it when we got back. Gave me a chance to run Eddie up to casualty to have his foot reviewed, not that it did a lot of good. He's fed up with the pain now, and has been referred to the fracture clinic in Truro tomorrow, where he may or may not have it plastered. Super bad mum hasn't even offered to take him up – am willing to run him down to the bus station in the morning, but that's as far as it goes.

Lovely meal at Wendy's – she certainly knows how to cook a roast. Perked me up a bit that's for sure. And it was nice that Graham made it along, even though he was fretting about leaving Mojo alone in his van; looked as though he was feeling slightly uncomfortable about the whole thing. Fun to play the rock pop trivia game again, brilliantly hosted by question maestro Billy. Good to spend some socialising time with the kids for a change.

So tried not to feel too resentful that I wasn't at the funky gig at Falmouth after all. And tried to pass on some positive, healing vibes to Wendy, who finds out the results of her breast biopsy tomorrow. Poor love – fingers crossed.