Waking up is hard to do on a cold Thursday morning, especially after an evening out in London with my daughter (to see Joseph & His Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat in the West End), and especially with my germs still making me feel heavy-eyed and congested. Still, a heap of birthday presents, including six CDs - more music for my burgeoning collection - is a great way to start any day.
My cab arrives before ten o'clock to get me to the Harvey Centre, where I'm helping the Stroke Support Group sell tickets for our Christmas raffle. I'm there till twelve, and the team is gratified by how many people stop and buy one or more tickets. There's less than a week now to buy yours - they're available from Reception in the Civic Centre, as well as a number of stores in The High. There are loads of terrific prizes.
Jean explains what she wants me to do for the Stroke Group Christmas party on Friday of next week. At first I thought the virus had affected my hearing, but she said it again and it sounded exactly the same.
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