Rough As Rats

As told in yesterdays Blip I was in bed by 9:30, I shivered despite wearing a sweatshirt and guessed something wasn't right. I awoke around midday today feeling as though I had been a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson.
Paracetamol, lots of fluids and rest with Mrs S in the main bearing the load. I managed to cook a Sunday roast mainly because it involved just shuffling around in slippers and 'leisure' wear, tasted ok and probably did me good.

A lot of reading and resting, hot chocolate and another early night.

Todays photo is an old one, Paddy and I on the beach at West wittering