Some Days The Best Option Is Sleep

Munni knows that if she comes to me it will be comfortably warm.

I'm a miserable man if I am cold.  I can't help it - it reminds me of how it was in the 1970s in Scotland.  There was one electric fire in the house and it was only on for 2 hours a day - and not 2 bars, just one.  And woe betide you if you left a door open or indeed "put the big light on*".

I'm still exhausted, still have that feeling that I can't get a breath, sense of smell is gone (that could be my cold) and food just makes me feel nauseous.

It's been a less than great break.

*It's like the Blackpool illuminations in here.