"Dowly fettle."

Loses something in the translation.
Not quite ill, but definitely not the best of fettles.
Wakened up with a mild form of Montezuma's revenge, alias "The Rusian squirts" etc. etc. feeling a teeny bit wrung out, didn't stir most of the day, except for the pigeon patrol. Sat on the front step for a "Rapid homosexual" (That's a "Quick fag", I don't do politically correct) and couldn't help but admire the way Chris, over the road, trims his golden yew every year.