It's now 19.7C in this room, or about as warm as it's been since I started taking note, but I am freezing; compare to when it was 11.2C and I was warm. Thus proving that my perception of temperature bears no relation, at all, to actual conditions. That said, I don't have a Hot Water Bottle to hand, so perhaps what it actually proves is that HWBs are magical objects of wonder.
My first flute lesson was tiring. I managed, eventually, to produce a B. One difficulty I'd had with the flute was explained by my having my right hand entirely the wrong way round, although the left was fine. I like my teacher and I like the shop that hosts the lessons. I'm booked for next week. It's £14 for a half hour lesson, one on one.
The end result of the lesson and all that brainwork was a very, very bad headache, so I am hiding upstairs nursing my 7-8 headache and hoping that pizza will make it better, since I already took some Happy Fun Cocodamol (soluble cocodamol 8/500) to get me through the lesson. Today hasn't been a good day - poor sleep led to me starting the day migrainous and it's carried on from there. Right now I want very much to throw up and cry. The good news is that even a crappy day isn't stopping me achieving something.
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