A Cut Above

My first 'flu day in two years - a surprise and a disappointment. I'm glad I did the right thing in noticing just how bad things were getting while I was at work in the morning, and taking myself home. It didn't take long for a fever to go a little nuts after that. 

It was a strange experience being ill - easy on the one hand in just sleeping (there wasn't much choice about that), but weird in really hating how specific symptoms felt, and wanting to change them. Of course I couldn't change them, they had to run their course, but there's no doubt my frustration made the afternoon and evening much worse. 

I caught this little image on my phone on the way in, before I started going downhill. Final approach to Heathrow begins near our flat, and as much as I love watching planes coming in, there's normally very little variation to the view. This brightened up the first half of what turned out to be an awful day.