Normal service ...

This rather poor photo of our very limited view this morning seems somehow symbolic of today, when the weather had closed in on us and although the rain never really became at all vigorous it was there all the time - a sort of mizzle that occasionally turned into rain and then back again. So this was taken about 8.15am under the usual death-defying circumstances just after I'd got out of bed - no hills, no Other Side, just the lone ferry in the cloud, and a strange gleam on the distant water.

I decided that I was in fact more or less recovered today. The cough seems to have given up on me; I slept like the dead till 7.45a, and hadn't wakened once. Himself, being three days behind me, is still under the weather, but not as far under as he was. Anyway, I decided I was tired of this passive existence and went to Pilates class, a much smaller gathering than usual because of holidays. We worked more on balance than on fierce stretching, and I managed a 30-second elbow plank at the end of the hour, which was quite pleasing. I didn't even grunt ...

At the end of the class our Vestry secretary, who's also in it, discovered a message from a local tradesman offering to assess the church drive work for us, as a result of which I had a swift espresso in the local bakery and headed off in her car with her to meet him up on the hill. I realise I wasn't actually necessary, but he turned out to be of my #2 son's generation at school so introductions weren't necessary either and I was anyway eager to have some hand in things that I'd not been up to thinking about last week. 

I fell asleep over the paper after lunch, but woke sufficiently to go out with Himself's regular prescription request and to buy a washing-up liquid refill in the Eco shop. The town was sepulchral - even the surgery was closed for the day - and I realised it was actually a local holiday. Is it Fair Monday? I've lost track. Anyway, in the thin drizzle it was horribly bleak and I was glad to go home again and do something I'd been putting off: sewing a disintegrating elasticated waistband on a pair of shorts. I hesitate to say this among a group of Blippers who sew and crochet and knit and quilt ... every time one of you mentions such activities I cringe! I loathe sewing with a passion and only do the utterly necessary to my own garments. 

And that was that, really. Dinner wasn't all that late, but the coffee didn't put in an appearance till almost 10pm. Just as well it's decaff...

Bed is calling, seductively. I'm off.