I am currently deciding whether I have tonsillitis (I thought I definitely had it last night at 03:00), a “strep throat” (ditto at 03:00) or a summer cold. My next door passenger on the Shetland plane home sneezed which I now realise was ominous.
So I am feeling grotty and getting grottier.
OH and Floss went to Lerwick for messages and were instructed to get sore throat lozenges, Lemsip and balsam tissues while I mooched about at home putting sunscreen on noseys and fly spray for those that needed.
Obviously BeAnne was a sympathetic carer. Just from a distance and in residence in my shed.
Lambie turned up in the afternoon by himself in search of a biccie. He gave me his best Winning Smile and I duly supplied a McVitie’s Digestive.
Exercise is good for the soul so I went for a walk taking Lambie and Her Maj with me.
On the road, BeAnne is on a lead. It is only right (and safe).
Now we are all in my shed listening to our new favourite music…..
Possibly the most beautiful piece of music I have heard for a long time. I stopped the car when I first heard it. One of those.
** cough, sniff, cough, sniff (ad infinitum with possible death at the end) **