..................................has scattered their foul spore upon me........in other words............... I have a stinking cold and am feeling pretty rough.
I thought I might console myself with a couple of hours in the studio as any form of out door activity currently leaves me huffing and puffing like a poorly maintained steam train attempting to negotiate a 1 in 7 gradient without the advantage of a rack and pinion track.
Little did I realise that the pesky virus was sorely affecting my eyesight too.
There I was quite happily snipping up the tablecloth I bought the other week, pinning out the tunic top pattern that I am going to sew up when suddenly I realised that not only had I cut into the pattern but when I started pinning it I was trying to match right side to wrong side.
One Lemsip later and I am feeling no better.
In fact Thea sent me to bed an hour ago and I am being very naughty typing away like this when she thinks I am sleeping.
Whilst lying around feeling sorry for myself I had a flash of inspiration and decided on the best way to recover the tapestry stool I have in a corner of the bed room, that is now sticking out like a sore thumb against my beautifully painted purple wall, so I sneaked out of bed, got my note pad and had a quick scribble.
Have to go now, I hear Thea's tread upon the stair and if she finds me up she will punish me!