Wash-out

Today, as I said, I had plans - to spend the day hiking on Arran with three women friends. But after a completely sleepless night brought on by an increasingly sore throat, I texted them at 5am - for we were going for the 6.10am ferry - to duck out, and spent the day feeling rotten. I even got Himself to buy me an up-to-date Covid test (negative).

They had a wonderful time, and promise we'll all do it again another day. Meanwhile, these roses are in my garden and in my neighbour's garden, snapped before the weather changes. I'm off to bed with the most effective analgesia I can muster, coughing horribly.

Things can only get better ...