Carried

I could have done with being carried round the moors today.  My legs feel like dead weights but at least my head isn't being tucked into by a blood-sucking spider.  The living ant managed to throw off the spider mite and carried on his way to wherever the dead ant graveyard is.

Rich and I had a much-needed massage in the village before heading over to Liz's for tea and Netflix.  We've started on After Life which is a strange mix of depressing and belly laughs.  We think we're enjoying it!