I felt slightly less strange this morning. So far I've slept my way through most of the day and I suspect I'll do the same this evening and then still sleep all night. I guess that's the body's way of coping. I have received a whole heap of DVDs to sleep my way through, on top of the excess of Catherine Cookson dramatisations which I recorded the other day - so I won't be bored. The appetite is still apparent - not excessive - I'm eating like a sparrow. Everything tastes slightly different but cold turkey and salad certainly fitted the bill, as did Christmas pudding and cream.