Not writing about this would be dishonest

Very tired. Not the kind of tired a nap fixes. I slept nine hours and woke feeling as though I had been awake all night.

A rough patch that kept him off the allotment for three weeks, which he minded more than the nausea.

Bad week and I am writing it down anyway, because a journal that only contains the good weeks would be a lie and no use to anybody reading it later.

Off to the plot.