Sunday was a day of many naps. I loved having nothing pressing to do. We had a brilliant morning walk together in Elder Cedar and then we came home to chill. For me, that meant reading, but I kept falling asleep. The evening, of course, was spent in front of the telly, and I went to bed early. Late in the night, I awoke feeling sick to my stomach, but I resisted my body’s desire to have me throw up. I went back to sleep and this morning I am feeling rather fragile.
Monday was similar, but our morning walk was with our friends—well, it almost was. I had to turn back because I was feeling too vulnerable to walk. We came home, and I went to bed, hoping to recover. Oh, I felt nasty, but it felt very good to be home where there is a bed, a fire, my beloveds and a toilet.
I felt better in the afternoon, and so I went for a long walk with Her Highness. We went to the Ricki Ave. trail, and when I parked, I saw Mark walking along the street. I met Mark and Amy when I was part of the Sunday walking group. They had a magnificent Great Dane named Juno. How I loved her, and so I was devastated when I heard that she had very suddenly and unexpectedly died while she and Mark were walking in the 707 park. Poor Mark could not lift Juno, and so he had to leave here there and fetch friends to help him carry Juno back to their house.
We walked together for almost an hour, and then I came home to a lovely warm and cosy home and built up the fire for the evening. And yowza! I got to watch two new episodes of Dalgleish. Yum! And then to bed.
Today is sunny and bright. We’ll enjoy our walks today, and I will enjoy reading my penultimate Richard Osman book. I read yesterday that The Thursday Murder Club will soon be a TV series with Helen Mirren starting as Elizabeth Best, the octogenarian spy. I can hardly wait, but the thrill of these books is in the humour that comes more from Osman’s wit than action in the story, and that may not translate to the screen.
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