feeling a little hoarse..

at least I've not got the galloping trots.

Seriously though, I did wake up in the early hours feeling like I had swallowed broken glass... noooo, not the lurgy.    I've soldiered on as one does and hasn't it been a corking day?! 
We tootled off to Pete's sister's at Walton on the hill and from there did a 5 mile looping walk that took us round Epsom Downs.      Pete and Maria are pictured here having a canter down the race course.

After some refreshments we popped along to see the oldies aka my Dad and StepM.   A treat to find them both on good form.   My Dad is nearly always in fine fettle but to find the StepM laughing, joking and agreeing with all I said was quite a tonic.      I didn't tell them that I was harbouring the lurgy otherwise they probably wouldn't have let me through the door. 

Back home now and on the whisky.  Purely for medicinal purposes of course.