November 16
A little better and more cheerful: although my impregnable colon still holds out.
It would be nice if a physician from London one of these days were to gallop up hotspur, tether his horse to the gate post and dash in waving a reprieve—the discovery of a cure!
… I was in an impish mood and said: “Oh! dear, I’m full of misery.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, “so am I.”