...often come to nought. It’s been a nice day, despite me whingeing about the rain (I feel cold though). Managed to drag my carcass out of bed about 6.30am and immediately had to talk my friend Emma over her fear of flying (she was off to Canada). Got off the phone about 7am and went for a nice walk up on the mountain. Since I didn’t get to bed until about 1.30 I’ve felt shattered since, hopefully I’ll be able to make it through Euroviosion. Monaco qualifying was good and little Kimi is on provisional pole for tomorrow (closely followed by the cute Spaniard Alonso - yum). I was supposed to be going to a friends for dinner (no chianti) and so declined an invite to the Chester Eurovulsion party arranged by fruitbat but my friend phoned at 6pm and cancelled (she doesn’t feel very well) so I’m sat home alone watching Eurovision by myself (well when it comes on). Still at least I’ll be able to laugh at Terry Wogan’s commentary On a health related note I’m having a medium attack of my Meniéres and so feel dizzy and slightly nauseous all the time, also I can’t seem to hear properly out of one ear but it’s peculiar because I can’t tell which one. If it starts to get any worse I should go see my GP though I doubt there’s anything he can suggest that I’ve not heard before.