Flourishing

I started to feel very unwell on Thursday evening and spent as much of Friday as possible lying in bed. I did nothing beyond J's essential care, and she and P were very sweet about trying to leave me to rest. By the end of the day it was clear that I have cellulitis, with an increasingly inflamed and sore leg providing an explanation for the fluey symptoms and high temperature I had been experiencing.

Unlike me, the pot of marjoram on the balcony is flourishing. I'm hoping we will get another picking from it. I've dehydrated two or three batches already, and the flavour is delicious.