Journey’s end

I had a short night’s sleep and woke with a sore throat. By this afternoon it had progressed into a cold, probably one of the germs that other people had to contend with during the workshop.

My flight left about 15 minutes behind schedule, but made it up on the way north in good weather conditions. My blip is the obligatory one from the plane window.

Margret was ready to come for me and I was home before 1000, ready to have breakfast.

Mum has been well cared for in my absence. It’s back to just me for a lot of this week. I’m wearing a mask when I go into her room and washing my hands more frequently than usual. We can’t afford for her to catch this.

I keep falling asleep……