It's been a while since I felt like how I felt this morning - extremely ill! My own fault of course - if I'd gone to bed when R did I'd've been fine, but for some reason I didn't. I stayed up, drank the rest of my glass of wine and the full one he'd left and watched reruns of True Blood. sigh.
However having dragged meself out of bed at lunchtime - thanks for letting the dog jump all over me at 9am, by the way! - I an pleased to say the old work ethic is still going strong. I've changed the bed, sorted out the washing (and done a couple which have dried quite nicely in this weather), walked the dogs twice and been to the supermarket. Whee! My fabby life! Anyway, I feel fine now and appreciate it more than normal!
I did try a wee bit sunbathing too, but it's the usual story - within 2 minutes of the blanket going down I've been pushed to one side, Murphy's stretched out down the middle and Maddie across the top. This turns into a fight between the two of them over a tennis ball with guess who? - yes me - in the middle! No rest for the wicked..
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