Sharp frost and clear sky. Woke up with quite a handful of my usual complaints and it was really hard work sitting through two hours of Jarvis Cocker's Sunday Service - at the same time cutting up some of R's check shirts for my neverending patchwork project. Now the world and its noises are fuzzy and roaring and my head feels delicate and sore. But what the heck. Tomorrow is my next appointment with Dr B, the loveliest immunologist I know. I will take the train up along the flooded river.