Minus one

(That t-shirt says life is good not life is god by the way)
We're missing Gemma today. We don't see so much of her anymore but her absence is more obvious (obviously) when you go to take a Father's Day pic and there's someone missing.

I expect she had more fun than we did though. I'm feeling superbly lousy. My cough has gone to my chest and my throat is on fire. I have no energy and an upset tummy too. Painkillers don't seem to be doing anything other than make me feel more ill.
I'm pretty worried really. It's all far too much like the virus I got last year that turned into a nasty chest infection and knocked me out for a couple of months.

Despite this we did manage to buy some food and have lunch in the garden, then take a walk at Chapel Woods. This afternoon Richard and Joel went off to knock a few golf balls around while I tried to have a nap. It wasn't very successful. I almost feel too ill to sleep.

Richard's having his own private cheese and wine party at the other end of the table from me while I drink chamomile tea and whinge about my day. I think he's had an okay day considering...

Happy Father's Day, Richard. You're a fab dad and they all know it.

We'll have a nice day some other day.