Bill

Last night we had some friends over for a meal so yesterday was taken up with getting the house in order and cooking a pile of food. A relaxing day given the problems I've been having with sleep again.

The hormone therapy give me hot flushes and this seems to be brought on when my temperature goes up. My body sees this as a signal to push it up even further. So I get all comfy in bed, wrapped in the duvet and whoosh, I'm making like a kiln.

So I stick me leg, or arm, or arse out and cool down, which triggers a desire for a wee so up I get. This happens 4, 5, 6 times a night, so my sleep is all over the place. The only recent exception being when I Night Nursed myself to sleep. Its tempting to do that all the time now I know it works, except that I also know that its effect will wear off. I should reserve its use for when I really need it.

Anyway, it was a really nice evening, and meant today there has been no need to cook as we've got tons left over. So while Gel was out, I watched a doc about Richard Prior, and rewatched a doc about a fashion photographer called Bill Cunningham. The reason I rewatched it was that during our stay in NY in the summer I bumped into him and he allowed me to take a pic.

It was a little bizarre, as I had been wondering to myself if I might see him. He is 86, rides a bike everywhere, and wears a distinctive blue smock jacket. I was waiting outside a shop for Gel and Pheebs when I saw this old bloke on a bike with a blue smock....it couldn't be....

He stopped right next to me and bought something off a street vendor, and was about to set off when I collared him.

He was very gracious.

If you get a chance the doc is called "Bill Cunningham: New York". Its on Netflix.