Making a Splash

D took me on a little walk this morning to get some fresh air. I shuffled round, holding on to his arm like an octogenarian. I can't believe how weak and tired I still feel, almost 2 weeks after coming down with this flu. He stopped to take some photos of the ford, balancing on a slippery slope with water gushing around his ankles. I got my phone out ready, just I case he went in but alas, he escaped with relatively dry feet.
I shouldn't be mean after he looked after me so well when I was poorly.
Mum and dad cooked us lunch at theirs which was lovely although I still only have a very small appetite. We came home and I had a big sleep, now it's a usual Sunday evening of homework and uniform sorting etc.