Hopefully

Been in bed all day, feeling pretty awful. So asked M to get a blip for me - this is looking out of our attic window. Hopefully better tomorrow...

Next day...Have now read this day's poem, "The Soul's Garment" by Margaret Cavendish - with its mention of sickness, seemed appropriate, as well as feeling sweet and clean again now:

Great Nature clothes the soul, which is but thin,
With fleshly garments, which the Fates do spin;
And when these garments are grown old and bare,
With sickness torn, Death takes them off with care,
...
Then scours them well and makes them sweet and clean,
Fit for the soul to wear those clothes again.