Purgation

Norovirus came to visit on Saturday, decided to stay a few days, demanded darkened rooms, radio silence and en suite. No room service required. Best detox ever.

Today he requested dilute cranberry juice, in exchange he conjured sufficient energy to blip said juice and make a few comments. He says he'll be moving on tomorrow. I'll miss him, his communication skills are crystal clear. No. No. No. Neti. Neti. Neti. Someone who really knows how to draw a line on activities in the external world. I suspect he liked the quiet and dark when the power was off and thought we could do with more of that.

Thank you for all your thoughtful comments on my last two posts, we are actually fine in ourselves, the weather has calmed to manageable levels and I'll find some energy to reply in due course. Oh and remember my camera doesn't do reds - this is its rendition of crimson cranberry.