Well, I’m sure this will come as nothing of a surprise to any of you, but I haven’t made an appointment with my gp.
I know, I know – bad Aethelread. Go straight to jail, do not collect £200.
In my defence, I haven’t had anything like the same intensity of experience since Friday. Just stray words and fragments of sentences, and often indistinct enough that I haven’t been able to work out what they’re saying. I’m probably mistaken, but I’m choosing to take this as a sign that things are getting better.
Something else has rather freaked me out, though. Over the weekend, there was some kind of a problem with one of the trains on my local line, and for about 4 hours yesterday morning they were making tannoy announcements about disruption to services on my local station. The announcements were different to the ones I “heard” on Thursday night/ Friday morning, and the disruption was centred in a different place. And obviously coincidences happen all the time.
But still – Aaaargh! No! Don’t do that! I have enough trouble keeping a grip on reality as it is, without reality choosing to unravel all by itself…