Feeling very sorry for myself just now. Last week Gizmo attacked me and sunk his teeth into my arm. It is getting better now but still painful around the area. I have been feeling low for a while. Not had a holiday for over a decade and 'fun' has been in short supply.
I was thrilled when my son booked a day off work to spend a day out with me. I said I would like to do something cultural so we had planned a day in London going to the National Gallery at Trafalgar Square and then going to a nice cafe for lunch. Almost as soon as the day was planned I got sick with flu like symptoms and spent most of the day in a dressing gown sleeping it off. I rarely get ill so this was a shock to me.
The body aches are subsiding but I am left with a chesty cough, sore throat and watery eyes. I dream of a day where things go to plan. I know that it is not the end of the world because I didn't get to enjoy a day out and hopefully we can do it another day in the future.
