A weird tiredness bug.

We sleep in this morning, until we are awoken at eight by a call from Felicity, she has done something to her cordless phone and can't get it to work again. I say I will call in after taking the dogs and then get up and let Norman into the garden, it is another bright but windy day. Normy is looking a little portly, so I am restricting his food intake, as best as I am able, and limit him to a handful of Bakers dry dog food this morning. I have soft boiled eggs with rye toast and my usual black coffee. Due to the late start it is ten o'clock before we collect the terriers for our walk on the Westwood, it is a typical April day, sunshine and showers, apart from the fierce wind from the northwest, which must eventually blow itself out. In the woods the wood anemones are in full bloom now, they are also known as wind flowers, which seems appropriate. The first blossom has appeared on the blackthorn and a solitary swallow swoops over the meadow in search of insects. "One swallow does not a summer make", according to the old proverb, but it might go some way to making a spring! Out in the open the wind is even stronger than yesterday and is gusting to gale force at times, making it cold and miserable but with a spectacular display of clouds fairly racing across the sky. We drop the terriers back at Two Riggs by half past eleven and I warn Pip that we will be late in the morning, as the window fitters are coming at nine to fit two new panels. I call in at Albert Terrace to see Felicity and meet her sister, Joy, on her way out. Joy tells me the mobile phone is working again and she thinks it is a big improvement for her sister. Felicity is resting, lying on her bed, so I make tea and then we chat for a while, she is feeling a little more optimistic, but I can see her confidence is still low. We leave and return to Tickton for noon and I put the Parmagiana, that has been marinating in the fridge, to cook slowly, on a low heat for a couple of hours. I feel suddenly very tired again and opt to rest, rather than swim, I can train later this evening at nine, when the pool is quiet, for the last hour. I eat the Parmagiana with a side salad and ciabatta rolls and then mow the lawns, front and back, before settling down to a little pruning and weeding. After half an hour I have to give up, I feel exhausted, something is not right, but when I check my blood pressure it is 128/72 and my pulse is 57, both normal and perfect for me. Clearly swimming training tonight is out of the question, so I settle down to some admin, reading my gas and electricity meters and submitting the results online. I have less success trying to register for a "Safety Awareness Course", with Humberside Police, their server either doesn't respond or times out, each time I try it. It is the same if you ever try to phone them, they seem to want as little contact with the public as possible. I will try again tomorrow and failing that, call into the traffic warden's office down Lairgate, where the courses are organised. Around seven, I call Sarah, in order to warn her I am feeling under the weather and to make arrangements for Louis for tomorrow. She tells me she has had the same bug, the only symptoms seem to be tiredness and low energy, lets hope it clears in a day or so. I shall have a hot bath and an early night to see if that helps.