I give Susannah some space and go to Pak n Save with Mum. Wandering around with a trolley for support isn’t too bad but by the time we come back I’m utterly exhausted. I go into the sunroom with the intention to write but just can’t keep my eyes open. I have a nap instead. I wake some time later but am still dopey and wobbly. I know I’ve had major surgery but this is ridiculous. I just want to get on with my life.