Looking out...

Another day trying to get over the dreaded cold; usually I can shake these things off in a day or so, and am hardly ever off school. It feels very strange to be savouring the delights of daytime telly. If that doesn't get me back to school, nothing will.

Dimairt has been good enough to give me the odd comforting cuddle. He does, however, look a bit fed up when he takes up his usual position at the window.