The 97th day of one hundred days of happiness.

This is the first time I've had a cold in what feels like years, I'd forgotten how debilitating they can be.
To add to my woes I was stuck out of sight of the sun in the bunker again doing concrete repairs. When I wasn't wearing ear defenders against the racket from the drill, I needed a dust mask to protect my wheezing lungs. Or both at the same time.
A thoroughly crappy day.

Until I got home and Clare ran me a bath, went for fish and chips and we all settled in to watch (most of) 'Grand Budapest Hotel '. A lovely end to the day.