Under the Weather

I had a bit of a funny turn when I ushered at Snape last night, to put it mildly. Sitting by the door at the very front of the auditorium, I had to use all my will power to not make a fool of myself by being sick or fainting. It was a concert I'd looked forward to, so I left reluctantly, but in the nick of time. The drive home was not very nice. I put it down to a slightly old bit of mackerel for a very late lunch, not helped by having a piece of cake to try and calm things down. It didn't work. But yesterday otherwise was a very good day, what with the wall to wall sunshine again. In fact it was such a good drying day that I was able to cut the grass in the late afternoon, maybe for the last time this year. A coup de grace. The lawnmower picked up any stray leaves as well, and I gave it a good clean when I'd finished in case that's it until the spring.

Frosty morrning garden

This morning was so glorious again that I took Hugo up to the Woodland Trust for the first time in weeks. The last time they were clearing trees and much of it was out of bounds. When a bouncy red setter jumped up at the car window and scratched all down the door I decided to give it a miss for a while. Walking any distance was a struggle then too. Today, despite sore stomach muscles, I was feeling OK so we stepped it out and went further than we had for many months. It was so good to be out, to be not sick and to be alive on such a day. We were walking through a large open space when a very white dalmation suddenly dashed past me and hurled itself at Hugo. He was a bit taken aback, though he gamefully raced around for a bit with this dazzling creature anyway. But I could tell he was put out by the surprise attack and the speed and agility of the dog, and quite quickly he gave up and came back to me. That's my tactic, he was clearly saying.

Ready for sleep in his red pyjamas

7.15am Still snug as a bug

 On the way out to lunch today I bought the ingredients for the Christmas cake, and will make it tomorrow. Thinking about it makes me feel a bit queasy, and I probably was a bit more adventurous with my friend's cooking than I should have been, a.k.a I ate too much. I hope I haven't provoked the stomach issues again. Once is enough.