How Much?

First of all, let me tell you I don't get colds. Other people get colds, but I don't! So what I have contracted after two weeks of his Lordship's mancold viruses circulating in the castle is definitely not a cold, but some insidious infection in my upper respiratory tract. I have acquired a wonderfully sonorous and husky voice which can disappear at a moment's notice, and a cough like a chain smoker. His Lordship is feeling slightly guilty and is plying me with Lemsip and other concoctions designed to give me a spring in my step. I am not taking to my bed and I refuse to feel anything less than A- healthy. In fact I am hosting our monthly book group tonight, when we will be discussing 'Home' by Marilynne Robinson ( a rather depressing angle on the Prodigal Son theme) and eating my boiled clementine cake which I hope will not let me down as did Sally's birthday cake. I will smother it in mandarin orange segments and serve it with Greek Yogurt. keep your fingers crossed!

I had to smile when I passed this cheery little dog in the Design Centre's window this morning. His case behind him is packed and he's ready to travel. Lucky Dog!