I am one sick puppy.
'Definitely-not-well-day' number two started early when Ron barked to be let out at about 5.30am. He bolted upstairs as soon as he'd done the business and I didn't have the energy to turf him off the bed.
Achey limbs complained under his weight so I didn't get much more restful sleep. At about 9.30, the lungs were screaming for some steaming liquid and I wanted vitamins, so I had some tea and fruit salad for breakfast.
There was no way I was going to make the Knitting Group Session or the Library to put up the display I prepared last week.
Paracetamol is my new best friend.