Not so Rosy.

I was really tired last night, but almost  afraid to go to bed, as the last few nights have been a nightmare. I  hadn't been there for  long, when  the tickle started, again. J got up, and made me a concoction, my Dad used to make them for me when I was young.  This one was a   mix of honey, whiskey,and warm water, at least that's all he told me was in it. I dutifully knocked it back, and turned off the light. I woke up about 6 o'clock, and couldn't believe that, at last, I had slept.  I did have a bit of a sore head, but at least  we  had slept. J didn't go out on his motorbike today, because he said, I might do something silly. By that he means, I would have gone out to put some washing on the line. I did manage to get special permission, from the doc, to go out the garden  this afternoon. I was told that I must wear a coat, and put a scarf around my mouth, which I dutifully did. He who must be obeyed, but not for much longer! I liked the way the sun was shining through the rose petals, and although they are on their last legs, so to speak, are still beautiful.