A was crook all last week with a dirty old cold. I spent most of the week feeling quite superior and healthy. That attitude bit me on the bum on Friday morning, when I woke up with a scratchy throat. Fast forward to Monday afternoon, I am into my third day in pajamas sitting on the couch or lying in bed.
It has been wonderful to be looked after though. It is at times like this, when you feel really awful, tired and wearisome that it makes it special to have someone in your life to make a nice cuppa of tea.
And the sun came out today too. Plenty to be grateful for then.