a cure

Last time I was sick was last Easter, or the days before it - I spent a week wandering around Lisbon with a chest infection fighting it with optimism, paracetemol and horse tablet sized vitamins.

This time I'm home, with someone to check and balance my stubborness with some sanity and come Tuesday Dr Lizi will make me go to see Dr Doug and I will get antibiotics despite my loathing for them because I hate the recurring chest infections more. And then I will go on doing what I can to stop getting sick again.

Funny though the best I've felt in days came from going out into the cold Southerly wind, to a deserted beach and watching Lizi, Storm and Phoenix (blipped above) romp around in the sunlight.