“John, have you been ill?”
“I hope so!”
“How do you mean, ‘You hope so’?”
“Because if that last three weeks was being well, life’s not worth living…”
That’s all that need be said about the norovirus and its decision to visit me.
It has left me with hot flushes and dizziness – “Welcome to being a 48 year old woman,” said Friend-über-special.
We are having a go at clearing some clutter and that has involved taking everything out of the dressers in the dining room. Annabel decided to help.
“Excuse me but you mustn’t play with plastic bags.”
“You were warned!!”
“Oi, no need to pull tongues”
Mac displays his guilt free conscience – either that or he is a good actor.
In the Garden
After my three weeks in bed I have at last had a walk around the garden. The primroses and primulas look good and the cowslips are out.
I enjoy finding where the cowslips have seeded themselves each year. Today it was in a crack between patio pavings.
I have forgotten what we named this dragon when we got him around 20 years ago but he has been packed away for years. Today he came out of retirement and was used for burning incense again. He can look quite impressive at times.
Writing a letter
I pushed my laptop back on the disk and got my pens and inks out to write to Claire who recently sent me a letter written with a dipping pen. I had a go with dipping pens but the number of splotches outweighed the number of words so I finished with fountain pen. It was good to use one again.
I seem to have caught up for the moment so cheerio and have a good week-end.