Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
Good Morning... Sun 23rd, 6.43, +0.8dg. The grit trucks were on the road early this morning so I am guessing that means we have had a freeze. I see there has been a touch of precipitation on the glass roof of the gin terrasse. Forecasting a beautiful sunny day today, with fine and clear through until Wednesday evening. My Dutch guests, from Germany, leave today then I have a day off before an incoming family from Germany arrive for a week. Not one of my more spectacular weekends. In bed feeling VB sorry for myself. I hate being sick, I have no patience for lying around but am feeling so unbelievably disgusting that I have had no choice.. My skin is so sore clothes are a test, and my head follows 10 paces behind me... You know it is bad when I cancel tuition classes and Saturday work. Tomorrow is a new week.. gosh and soon the end of the month. Sochi has now finished, and I imagine there will be a lot of post mortems going on over the next while. As an armchair critic I loved watching the best in their field go out and do their best on the day... I am in awe of the athletes, all of them. Favourite discipline.. too hard to tell, as I watched as much as I could of everything on offer. I am going to be having a one foot in front of the other for a day or so... Klaudia suggested she pop over this morning with a jug of Voddy and fresh orange juice... that is for the vit C don't you know... I suggested she stay at home !!! Happy Sunday.
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