Push and pull

My suspected cold has materialised....spent all day with a head full of cotton wool and a streaming nose. Luckily it was a fairly quiet one work wise but I struggled to get through what I wanted to do and ended up bailing out on the opera I was supposed to go to in the evening...just couldn’t face the trek over to Haddington to sit in what I suspected (probably unfairly) might be a draughty church.
Shame to miss it but i just need to stay in, knit and feel sorry for myself I think.
The long redundant bell pulls at my front door were the only vaguely interesting things I saw all day