Good morning from a still, clear, breezy Cornwall where I will try very hard to behave today. Yesterday I did a tiny bit of shopping, desperate to go out but had to call paramedics later. They offered to take me back into hospital but I couldn't face the noisy nights, which I'm still recovering from. Sooooo, today I must sit around and be good, while my mind that still thinks it's aged 20 wants to get on with concreting and allotmenting, never mind shopping, and all those things I shouldn't be doing four days after my stents went in. The head paramedic's parting comment was, 'I think you're a bit of a scallywag, aren't you?' Seriously though I'm ashamed of wasting NHS time and money just because I can't sit still ('It's ok,' said the paramedic, 'we weren't busy, we were watching a Transformers movie at the station.') All the same, have slapped own wrists.