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…is the transit that’s hitting me now. Well, ‘thumping’ is probably more exact. I have never felt so tired, so bone-weary as I do right now. The tiredeness has been building up up for weeks; my anigina has also been getting worse. To the point where doing simple household activites like sweeping the kitchen floor and carrying in a bucket of coal exhausts me for the rest of the day.
I saw Doc G last Teusday and he took some blood for testing – haven’t heard the results yet. It could be a reaction to my medication, or I might need more Thyroxine. Or it might be anaemia. Or it might some whole new ailment to deal with. Whatever, I’m even too tired to worry!

Yesterday we went to Dumfries to have my computer checked over, and to do some shopping. After 45 minutes of walking around the town and thirty minutes of walking around Morrisons, I was feeling so ill I had to give myself a squirt of my angina spray before setting offf for the drive home.
We were approaching Crocketford when I remembered that we had left my computer in the shop, instead of picking it up. “We’ll go back for it tomorrow” said B firmly, “Let’s just get you home and rested.”

So this morning, we set off early, at eight, to avoid the Saturday crowds. I still felt like death lightly defrosted, but I resolved I would stay in the car. It was a beautiful bright autumn morning – the loch was at its prettiest, with autumn colour still in the trees and the calm water reflecting the pale blue sky. Up to Castle Douglas, the road was empty – just a few crows breakfasting off the roadkill; even after that, traffic was light. And once in Dumfries, there was plenty of parking still.
As to the computer – it was OK! But there was no hardware fault – what had actually happened was that I had put in the motherboard wrongly, so that the cards couldn’t slot in properly. It was that that had produced all the faults. Nothing to do with any faulty memory, as I had thought! I was glad that it had been B who went in and picked it up. I was crimson with embarrassment just thinking about it. O well, I’ll know better next time.

And coming back along the Lauriston road and cresting the bridge before Mossdale, we saw a complete rainbow arch framing the village and the hills…