Misery

A quiet day at home, with HH more than happy to watch The Open – and what a fantastic finish! Such  a duel between Stenson and Mickelson! I had my computer on my lap and was trying to work, but it got far too exciting for that.
 
Thank goodness, HH feels he’s finally on the way to recovery. Now we both have to play catch-up with all the things that got behind while we were both in the hospital.
 
I only got to sleep sometime after 3 a.m this morning. One of the things that kept me awake was the realisation that the person in front of me in the queue for the futon bed I bought yesterday had only not been to see it because her husband had chicungunya. Now my conscience has made me offer it to them (maybe they’ll refuse)? 
 
The cat disgraced herself again and then came to sit on my lap, stinking horribly, so I subjected her to the indignity of a bath. Had to crop the photo as I didn’t have a fig leaf to protect her modesty.