Normality

Something puzzling about this whole thing. Saturday could not have been more normal. Took P to tennis in the morning before 9am. We then went shopping till about 2pm. Had Dim Sum at our favourite chinese. We went to visit friends for tea. Came back and had a late dinner. And went to bed around 1am after watching some nonsense on the new tv we bought and then got up about 5 hours later. This is so, err, normal. Except of course things aren't normal anymore. There was only one clue yesterday of the bind that I am in: I couldn't tolerate anything remotely spicy or oily. Andrea wrote from Berlin "Every day is a present and brings its own miracles." In the past I would not understand such a statement apart from the fact it sounds nice and gives hope. But I think i am beginning to understand now.