Happy feet

I awoke this morning to a desperate need to be sick. I duly was.

A phone call to our relief guy and to my fellow department members had my relief covered.

If it had just been the sore throat, headache and cough, I'd no doubt have just struggled in and got through the day. However, sick (to me) = stay in bed.

I did just that.

I've eaten since and feel much better though tired and headachy still.

I've been under a fair bit of stress for a fair while and I think today my body just shouted - 'enough!'.

Cousteau still needed his afternoon walk, however, so a slow and short beach stroll was the order of the day. I was rugged up and it wasn't actually that cold. Practically no wind and a beautiful soft sky.

Cousteau was happy pootling among the gentle waves trying to find a ridiculously small stick that I had thrown ridiculously pathetically. At least he was trying to humour me.

An early night and maybe a bath are in order.