I had great plans for this weekend. Crane-out for the big boats was on Friday and I had hoped to use a half day from work for a daylight cycle but instead got involved in harbour shenanigans. I also managed to get another stinking cold, number 5 this year? Saturday was spent inside taking plenty of fluids, paracetamol, and rest.
Sunday morning and El continued her caring, wife-type advice, to rest. I still didn't feel up to any great adventures, but I needed to get out so I went for a cycle of probably two miles!
Miserable weather but a happy soul.
That rain saw me sheltering in Whitinghame tunnel like a troll... then all the way from Garvald home!
ReplyDeleteGet well soon! -:)
Nothing worse than a cold, my grandfather used to say they can put a man on the moon but they canny cure a cold, never mind i'm sure you will be out and about in no time.
ReplyDeletePeter:
ReplyDeleteYour spirit is strong.
Keep it up!
Peace :)
CK, "sheltering... like a troll" I like that, just leave the goats alone.
ReplyDeleteCWL, how come dogs don't get colds? Mind, they canny go to the moon.
Chandra, The spirit may be strong but I wonder about the body at times..I'll survive!