My lung thing has resolved into a twitchier airway than I have had in years, and continuing laryngitis. My speaking voice comes and goes, averaging out in a froggy rasp, but my singing voice is just fine! Weird.

Today I have been packing up stuff the movers won’t take: spices and dried herbs in Mason jars, a dozen bottles of wine, bottles of olive oil and vinegar. The front hall is getting crowded with boxes that I hope will all fit in Dai’s and Andrew’s cars, along with the cats in their travelling kennel, two orchids, and a Christmas cactus that I raised from a pup.

Dai arrives tomorrow (Saturday) evening, and Andrew and Deb on Sunday.