We called NHS 111 this morning. Two doctors — seems like overkill — came promptly and after much discussion have prescribed another antibiotic. There is a new lung infection. They hope it”s bacterial and not viral. If I’m not better on Monday I must ring my GP. I should have done that yesterday, they said.

And I will have to ring orthopaedics and tell them, since they weren’t keen on the news that I had had a course of Amoxicillin recently. This one is called Doxycycline and lasts only a week.

I think I’m somewhat better this evening but it’s hard to say.

The big news is that Perdita slept on Wafa’s bed last night. They’re really friends.

Archie came to see me at lunchtime, and Alexander and Ketki not much later. I tried to persuade them to take their cat (Paradox) back with them to Loch Fyne, but they would prefer to make the long journey again next week. They’re not looking forward to having her and would prefer the time to be as short as possible. Maybe she will endear herself.

I tried to buy No Country for Old Men Men for my Kindle app but it doesn’t seem to be available. I think I’ve got a paperback somewhere around here, but have no idea where.

Wordle: Tantalising close to my hoped-for day when we all get the same score — but no. Theo and Mark broke the mould with fours. All the rest scored three.