Snoozy

Over the weekend, I went down with a bit of a bug. Not a huge nasty type flu or anything, but primarily it was down to aching joints and a throat that felt like someone had gone at it with sandpaper.

I’m not the sort of person who exaggerates how bad their feeling, I don’t do the “cold = flu, flu = pneumonia” type thing at all. However, what really pointed out to both me and Herself that I was feeling cack was that I went “for a lie down” at 4pm on Saturday, and woke up at 8am on Sunday.

So, yes, 16ish hours of sleep. I feel much better for it, and generally a bit less like Death Warmed Up, but at the same time it really doesn’t feel like I had much of a weekend…