After the past 2 weeks of moving things around, and generally being in a perpetual whirl, I have thrown the towel in.
Knitting is is it's bag and the door to the craft room is firmly shut.
I had another disturbed night, that's 3 in a row, and woke up feeling completely out of sorts.
The dogs had their walks and I settled into the corner of the sofa with Copper on the box.
2 cups of mint tea have refreshed me but the thought of food brings on nausea ( I hate being sick so food is off the menu).
I think that a day or maybe 2 with clear liquids only will perk me up.
I have bought myself a Welsh Dresser, a lovely old piece that has been polished by generations of women. The owner passed and her daughter has not got room and the granddaughters were not interested.
It is not only lovely but now houses my pretty china that has been languishing in the cupboards for far too long.
I have a photo but the camera is in the craft room so it will wait for another day.
The sun is shining from an azure sky but the garden is a bog after so much rain. Perhaps tomorrow.
Now I am going to put episode 3 on and sink back into my cushions.
PS. Copper looks very realistic, I am so glad that smelly vision has not been invented.