The slow road back

Lie in until 7:30, no dogs to walk or taxi duties, a day left to my own devices. Outside it's dry but overcast, nevertheless I take the opportunity to hang ten days of washed vests and pants on the line before making breakfast. The lawns are in need of a mow because of all the rain and my inattention during illness, if it stays dry for a few hours it may be possible to cut them later. After breakfast and a shower drive into town and park outside the bike shop down Norwood before walking the half mile to the Poppy Seed cafe. It's impossible to park in Beverley on Market day. At the cafe meet up with some friends and sign them up for my sponsored swim on April 29th, another £30 towards the total! Afterwards potter about the market and the town, but only buy a loaf of rye bread from the Ukrainian bread stall. Dark clouds are gathering so head home to get my washing in and, with luck, mow the lawns. Manage to achieve both accompanied by spots of rain, but then the clouds blow over and I hang out a line of shirts before eating lunch sat in the garden. A beef casserole that was popped in the slow cooker yesterday. Then suddenly, I run out of steam, rest, then meditate before listening to Hull v Forest on the radio. As I do the heavens open and my shirts get a second rinse. Hull win 2:1 but I decide against pushing my luck with a swim as I am still coughing up phlegm and my energy levels are still not 100 percent. Make smoked cheese and oat crackers for tea and then read until bedtime. Recovery is proving slow.