Bit out of it

Not manflu, just a cold. But it got me up at 2.15am with a case of the shivers. So I sat downstairs for a couple of hours and listened to music and twittered a bit.

I’ve spent most of today in bed, apart from a trip up to the stables this afternoon. I didn’t ride, I feel so weak that Tom would have taken me for a ride in more ways than one.

This evening Soph made me ‘poorly boy’ tea: cheesy beanz on toast with the reminder of an industrial-sized vat of potato salad. And a mug of tea, obv.

I have just challenged Soph to a game of scrabble. Later we will do formation line-dancing in the snow-covered garden.

Maybe.

We might video it.

Perhaps.

Don’t go holding your breath, now.

These could be the thoughts of an unwell mind.