Bumping along the bottom

Woke this morning still feeling ill, but after eating some soft boiled eggs and rye soldiers, showered and dressed and felt a little better. Drove to Cherry Burton and ferried the dogs to the Hudson Way in Pip's micra, and then let them off the lead one at a time as I walked slowly up the path and then back. About 3/4 of a mile each way. Today is the best day of the week according to the forecast, it's sunny and dry but the cold wind is still keeping the temperature down. The turn around point is where a farm track intersects the old railway line and I would like to sit on the grass in the sun and enjoy the view over Etton Wold to South Dalton church, but the grass is sodden with all the rain, so just linger there for a few minutes. I have the line to myself this morning until two women on horseback come riding by. When I take the dogs home feel done in but have agreed to fill up the micra at Morrisons, and whilst I'm there top up with two more loaves of rye bread. On my way back to Tickton stop off at the library and change my books, WG Sebold's Austerlitz, the biography of a Czech child refugee sent on a kinder transport to England, that I finished last night made a profound effect on me. When I get home make a cheese and tomato sandwich and then sleep until 5pm. Later prepare dinner using an Italian recipe for lambs liver on a bed of slowly sautéed, caramelised onions, which I serve with buttered spinach and new potatoes. The lamb's liver was really tender but my taste buds are still trapped beneath this pernicious catarrh, so everything tastes the same at the moment. Perhaps I am not quite so tired as yesterday, but there are no other obvious signs of improvement yet. Tomorrow my grandchildren, Alice and Louis, are back to school so I will have to be up early for taxi duty.