These are my new found best friends. Orange juice with lemonade, tea and paracetamol. Yes dear friends I have yet another cold and this one’s a good ‘un. I even have painful glands under my arms, which I haven’t had for many a long year, I sometimes squeak because it hurts when I move.

There are some good things to having a cold. One which I must tell you, which made me deliriously happy, or was that just the fever last night.. Is that in the middle of the night I was wide awake feeling quite unwell and I heard a pair of tawny owls calling for a good half an hour. They sound so hauntingly beautiful, its one of my great joys in life to hear them call.

Other good things, I finished a pair of fetchings. Not sure about this colourway, but as these are for the plot, it doesn’t really matter.

This is something pretty to keep me company. My wildflower socks are starting to take shape, albeit slowly, but thats okay.

I completely stripped our bed this morning as it was soaking wet from last nights fever. Thinking or rather cheating… that I would wash and then tumble dry to within an inch of the bed linen’s life and pop back on. (My mother has to air clothes/bedclothes for days on end..) Talk about best laid plans of mice and men, the washing machine broke… so I have sodden bed clothes hanging on the line and I will have to search out a fresh lot for tonight, which really wasn’t the plan.

So I think I will go back to laying on the sofa until son no.1 comes home and he can help me make my bed.