Weather, chest pains and Bridget

The weather was really wild and windy last night. I quite like hearing the rain battering on the roof of the conservatory because it makes me feel cosy. Jack however was not so impressed as he slunk out of the cat flap to go to the toilet after no doubt putting it off as long as possible! 

This morning I woke with severe chest pains and could hardly get out of bed. James paid scant attention to my groaning because he has faith in my robust good health. I was a bit worried, however I managed through the day and since I have survived until this evening I presume that I must have pulled a muscle by sleeping at some strange angle. One of my grandfathers died in his sleep of a heart attack when he was forty-six (and my Mum was just fifteen) so when I was that age I got a bit paranoid about the possibility for a while. 

Just a short post tonight because I am engrossed in the third Bridget Jones book - arrant nonsense of course (like the first two) but very readable and addictive (like the first two.)