I spent the whole weekend throwing up. I left the house 3 times, once to install flowers in a monsoon, once to walk The Hound, and once to take The Hound to the vets having cut his paw on said walk.
and had conversations like this: " I'm dying, why haven't you brought me soup and presents?"
"You said you didn't want to see anybody"
"I didn't mean it"
"Women! I thought you were better than this"
"So did I"
For the last 2 weeks i have felt awful, maybe it's that cocktail of prescription and OTC medication?
Either way the blog has been a little lack lustre. Sorry. I'm fine now, that's the offical line, it's a bank holiday, there are weddings.....
The expression on The Hounds face is not one of concern, he's actually thinking stop crying over Robert Redford and get me some supper.
Meanwhile my waist is getting smaller, every cloud.
Tell me you had better weekends, if you didn't, just make it up.