Still under the weather

Wake at 7:30 after a reasonable night, it took an hour for my nasal passages to clear after I went to bed at nine last night and another hour before I fell asleep. This morning the catarrh seems to be drying a little but I still feel achey and feverish. After letting Norman out and giving him his breakfast, I make myself some rye toast with honey and black coffee. It is another cool, cloudy and damp day outside but, according to the forecast, summer finally arrives tomorrow! After breakfast I shower and dress, bag my library books and head for Cherry. We collect Dolly and Teddy for a quarter to ten and make our usual way round the Westwood, it is spitting slightly as we walk and there are few people about. The cows are sat in groups of a dozen or so as we make our way to Black Mill and then cut back to the car. The grass needs cutting in Cherry and there is lots of weeding and pruning to do, but I am just not up to it yet. I call at the library on my way home and change my books, I had read up. We get home around noon and I give Norman a snack and then make lunch. Nothing elaborate, fish fingers, chips and garden peas! All from the freezer. After lunch, I slice a couple of beef tomatoes and then make a Caprese, which I put in the fridge to cook for dinner. I am feeling very tired so lie down and meditate for an hour and feel refreshed, so drive to the supermarket and buy a French stick and replenish cleaning and bathroom materials. It is still spitting with rain so drive straight back home and give Norman his tea and then read the gas and electric meters and send the results to British Gas. I bought an East Riding Mail, because of the headline article saying that the New Flemingate development had been approved, so I read this in the Garden Room with a pot of tea before taking Norman for his evening walk down Carr Lane. When I get in there is a phone call from Clement in Nantes, he needs me to be guarantor for his house in London that he is sharing with four friends. His dad can't do it because he lives in France. Clement is well and working in France, and we agree to go to the football when he comes home before returning to UCL in September. I also get an email from my sister Jackie, she has transferred the money for her share of the holiday to Holland into my bank. After eating my Caprese salad with a glass of red wine, I read a book until bedtime.