Terry has the day off tomorrow. Yippee! Now he is back at work, I am beginning to feel lonely. I find it is becoming increasingly harder to fill my days. There is a limit to how many books I can read, films I can watch, furniture I can move around, before getting bored with the inaction of it all. The worst thing that getting older has inflicted on me is the wretched arthritis, which has all but immobilised me. Even the pleasure I get from my strolls to the beach is tempered by the blasted pain in my hips and knees. Maybe I have a low pain threshold. Any way, Terry is home tomorrow and I intend to make the most of it. Pen.