I spent a lot of yesterday in bed with a fever. It came on shortly after I finished my last post and lasted until the early hours of this morning.
As a result I’ve been sitting round the house recovering and doing little else. Even typing seemed like too much effort.
By 6 o’clock I felt well enough to go shopping and at 9 o’clock I went to Trowell Services on the M1 to pick up Number One son on his return from Portugal.
I am now going to publish this, go to bed and prepare for a more productive day tomorrow.