A weekend to forget...

Hello world, I am back.

I think I am. The house is a tip, but thankfully the mountain of washing is done, and that revolting "someone has been sick in the house" odour is gone, thanks to a surfeit of Dettol antiseptic cleaner, and my scrubbing. And I actually managed to cook something, though eating it was a little too far to venture for today. But I looked at the chicken, and didn't have to run a mile. Progress, see. And I am eternally grateful that Monday, tomorrow, is a public holiday. So if I want to crawl out of bed at 11am like I did this morning, I can. And I may stay in bed longer if I feel like it, because I CAN.

Mind you, spring has disappeared, and the temperature is back to 8 degrees C and very un-spring-like. Indoors is good. This is not the weather for gardening. And any walk would have to be brisk, and we don't do "brisk" any more.

So I have little to talk about as a consequence. My brain got left behind on Friday. Maybe by tomorrow it will have caught up. I will think of something. I may even make notes this evening as I retire to the couch with the remote control.