I'm glad I don't have human children, as they would have been taken by the Welfare at some point early on in the last week. The Labradors can survive reasonably well with an intermittent walk, a good feed and a few feeble pats. There is no dire crisis, I just have had a new cold, or the old one has come back with a vengeance, and knocked me for 6 or 7. There have been headaches, ear aches, paleness, listlessness, an inordinate amount of sleeping and an assortment of tablets taken. I haven't knitted really at all, I have half sewed a bag, I haven't read a book at all. I have blobbed on the couch in front of the TV or lain, Lady of Shallot style, abed.
There has been nothing to blog about, even if I wanted to. I had neither the inclination, nor the energy to bother. There: I am all full of self pity, and as MrsMacGyver would admonish : "It's all about Me, Me, Me!!" I'm not sure if I'm on the road to recover yet, I'm not sure if I'm on the road to anywhere, but I expect I'm indicating towards the road to recovery!! But I am fortified by tablets, which I am allowed to sort through and then take as I like (according to the back of the packet etc etc though lets' face it, I'm more likely to die of my boogelly disease before an extra tablet will kill me!!), cups of tea, and a restorative soup made with leeks, parsnip, carrot, garlic, organic chicken, brown pasta, parsley and lemon juice.
Harki and Peri are excellent nurses and lie beside me wagging their tails and looking at me lovingly. It is sunny so we might sit on the balcony for a little while and watch for cats!!!!