A few days before Christmas I became unwell. A virus was 'going around' apparently. It started like I was going to have flu and I wished I had had the flu jab, but it wasn't flu. Not that I know what it was. Should say 'is', because it is still with me a couple of weeks later. A dry cough and feverish. Uncontrollable. I cough like crazy and it hurts my back and sides. For the first week the cough was unproductive. This last week it is shifting something at least.
I have strangely, during this illness had one or two very good days where I thought I was over it, but no, it is still with me and I am tired and weak. I don't know what dying feels like but one day I thought my time had come I felt so bad.
I am sure you don't want to hear about illness but I feel like writing a bit and it is what's been happening lately.
Beautiful Daughter Jodie and Extremely Handsome Son George have been taking care of me in my hour of need.
Seems I only have a couple of readers these days, so I'm hopefully not upsetting too many people by writing about not feeling well?
I gave up on the children's book I was writing. Just didn't have the right feeling about it. But last week I began writing another one. Well, I wrote just over a thousand words of it in one session before it came to a halt. I shall continue with it when the mood takes me. It's about a six year old boy who discovers, quite by accident that he can fly.
I am thinking that I am getting old and the self sufficiency life-style is becoming hard work. I am thinking about doing some modernising. Hot water would be nice for a start. Be good to have a shower without having to traipse down to the house.
This blog needs some more time spent on it. I don't know whether it has run its course or if I am just being lazy? I always have good intentions with it but lately it isn't happening. Seems I say that a lot too.
Thanks to those who stick with me. It is much appreciated . You know who you are.