Heads Down, Bums Up

The title pretty much sums up the day for me and Mrs H, although the roles have somewhat been reversed...

Instead of your decrepit contributor, it's Mrs H who is ensconced in the reclining position, full of cold and general lurginess, whilst I hobbled along on the crutches trying to sort out stuff around the place. It's a very sorry site - a sickly Darby and Joan, if you like.

Not a great way for Mrs H to 'enjoy' her birthday to be honest. Here's hoping she recovers soon so I can take her out for belated celebrations (although I reckon my chicken and frijoles nachos were definitely up to 'I'd pay for those' standard...)