Not exactly full of the joys of spring, partly because it’s been another grey and wet day and partly because I’m still under the weather and Dot is in bed with a sore throat. I spent Sunday in bed feeling pretty awful. By yesterday Dot was clearly sickening for something and I wasn’t feeling well, though I was considerably better than Sunday. Today I don’t seem to be making much progress, feeling very tired and heady, which is annoying.

On the plus side, we both missed the PCC meeting last night. I missed the service I was supposed to lead on Sunday too; Dot has been making many rearrangements with diocesan stuff.

I started getting a cough a week ago and wasn’t feeling too brilliant while David, Oliver and Amy were here. Still, I was well enough to carry on, though I decided not to go to the cinema with them because of the cough problem. It was great to see them, which probably enabled me to carry on when I might not otherwise have done so. I do hope none of them caught it.

I did manage to get up to the chemist to pick up my pills on Friday, but that’s not much of an achievement, and my proud steps record has completely fallen apart, of course. What a misery I am. Things are bound to get better.