Wake up about half past seven. Listen to the radio while picking up the morning news, editorials, etc online. No hurry - J always gets up first and makes coffee. Engrossed surfing but eventually realise it's ten o'clock. Can't actually remember J having slept this late before. Occurs to me that I haven't really looked to see if he's breathing (in the other bed). He is. Can imagine having to explain that I have no idea when my husband stopped breathing as I was busy surfing the net. Yes, could have been any time after midnight. Obviously not the worst aspect of the situation, but possibly the least explicable. J wakes up about 10:15. No drama.
Maggi stops in the afternoon. First time in ages so lots of filling in. You did expect me to do most of the talking, she says cheerfully. Cypriot brandy time.