Mornin' all

Well, after my delivery arrived so late last night, I dragged myself on up to beddy-byes.

I managed 6 hours of sleep according to my HLTH band.

I'm feeling really rotten today after such a late night and not taking my APs so barely sleeping.  My 'Morning Stability' score is 3 so, even though I technically can do my laps and exercises, I know I'd end up on the floor unable to get up, so I'm not gonna risk it today.

I've taken my blood pressure and it was 109 so at the high end of my normal range.  My morning pills have been popped and my breakfast eaten and the washing up done.  The daily virus scan was clear, so I'm gonna get my breakfast photo up, then today's to-do list, then hopefully finish the read-through and any last minute editing of my memoir today.

I wanna go through Steve's bank statements and come up with a spreadsheet of his incomings and outgoings so that I can see what he really spent his money on when I paid him for the vast majority of household bills - I know it was £70-£100 a day on porn and that he paid for private shows at least once a week at about £1000 each too, because it was his last transaction before going into hospital then passing away, so I wanna see the exact numbers.  It'll break my heart but I need to see just what his payments were for so that I can put that part of my grief away.  I'm dreading it, but I feel like I have to find out the truth once and for all.

Time to get the breakfast photos resized and put up on this blog and Instagram now, as a slow start to my day I reckon.

BBS