March 14th - Local

Oscar was violently sick at the end of a racking coughing fit in the night. We both rushed through to help, only to discover that the clever little chap had held a little back. The second volley managed to catch Anna and me, so all three of us, his pillow, sheet and duvet were all liberally pebble-dashed! I woke with a sore throat and a horrible cough that seemed to originate in my boots. From this low point I ventured out into the real world to finish the job I bottled out of last Thursday. Knocked it off by lunchtime, with none of the trauma of last week. Feeling washed out and rough, so just nipped out with both dogs for a gentle 35 minutes around the fields before dinner.