Stupid bloody cold. I thought going to the gym would sweat it out of me. It just made me feel worse.
Possibly the highlight of the day was walking home with a lady who told me all about her life as a researcher in South Africa and her son’s experience of scorpions while wearing thongs (she called them flip flops). She told me about having to float out into the middle of a lake to take samples for whatever she was studying. The guide had omitted telling her about the hippos.
It was quite the entertaining walk home.
The rest of the day passed by in a sofa ridden blur culminating in a bed ridden blur.
I did manage to take the girls to the park (it’s not their fault I’m ill) mainly because it was such a beautiful day I thought it would cheer me up.
I guess it did a bit. And, of course, the girls always cheer me up.
At one point an old dog managed to steal Emma’s tennis ball. To be completely honest, she saw the other dog and dropped her tennis ball for him to pick up and run away with. The other dog’s owner managed to get the ball and surreptitiously returned it to me, telling me that his dog shouldn’t run because he had a bad back. The dog, not the owner.
And that was about it for my day. I didn’t even eat anything…well, apart from a light lunch.