Cows and clouds

These cows were very interested in the strange little red creature by my feet. He, on the other hand, was rather fearful of the big red creatures in the paddock.

I got up at 1 pm today, after another mad dash to the hospital in the middle of the night, due to another extended bout of unstoppable vomiting. Most frustrating for both Mr Barking and me.

Cousteau came along for the ride, still wearing his fetching Elizabethan collar. Poor Mr Barking still had to get up at 5.30, despite the fact that he didn't get to sleep until gone three.

He has just got home from work and is feeling pretty rough himself. At least it seems as if it's a bug shared this time and not some mystery illness I have found alone. It's just gone 6 pm and we are all going to turn in for the night in the hope that a long night's sleep might help us all to come right.

What a sad little group we are tonight!

Night all.

~The Barkings~