Not the best of days

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Date: 31 December 1969 23:59:59

I could not wake myself up this morning - well to be in any fit state to do anything. I couldn't put my finger on it - just felt very low and tearful. Tripped up the stairs this afternoon which didn't help. Just stayed on my knees wanting to cry for what seemed like minutes. Mind you I was warned I'd have days like these.

Noticed that the flowers I was sent almost 2 weeks ago are beginning to die. They've lasted well - but it's very sad to see they're beauty wither.
I haven't had to courage to try and start painting them (my art work isn't good enough) - but I did take photographs of them today for posterity.

I want to get out of the house - the four walls seem to be closing in on me. I went into the garden for a few minutes whilst Roz was doing some planting, but I did feel wobbly in the fresh air.

I will try and get out for a little walk tomorrow if I've the strength - I must do something to save my sanity. No doubt it will be raining tomorrow and I'll have missed the good weather.

Just my luck.