… somehow or other I’ve managed to pick up a cold virus lurgy thing and spent the weekend lying on the sofa.
I’m impatiently waiting for the head full of cotton wool, sinus headache, sore eyes symptoms to disappear.
Why do I feel as though I have someone else’s legs – these heavy leaden legs are certainly not mine?
At least I’ve made some progress on the second glove whilst lying around on the sofa feeling sorry for myself.
Jane xx
