Himself isn't much better actually...it's not so much an upset tummy but one of those vertigo attacks he gets occasionally...wasn't until he confessed that he felt dizzy and the room was swimming round that the light dawned, it's only a couple of weeks since he last saw the Consultant in Out-patients, and told him he never gets these attacks anymore, it's rather a case of what Norfolk people would say is 'talking it up'.
It'll go of course in a couple of days, but driving is totally out of the question and we're due at Knock early on Tuesday morning to pick T and Reuben up...I'm going to 'phone them this evening and suggest they hire a car...they won't mind in the slightest.
Then I'll need to beg a lift into town tomorrow for a swift shop...time was I could have easily biked in but I'm not going to risk it...it's only three miles, but three miles there and back with a wheezy chest probably isn't terribly sensible...
Just as you get into town there is a street of small terraced houses...the two up two down sort with long narrow back gardens and the front door opening straight onto the street...there is always at least one for sale...they are all privately owned and most have been renovated and had little kitchens and bathrooms built on the back.
It's times like this that I'd really like one of those little houses...easy walking distance to the shop and the chemist...and the library...but still close enough to the countryside for bike rides and walks. There's even a 'bus stop with a daily 'bus to Dublin...
I could have a Siamese cat if I lived there...and the dogs could sit on the doorstep in the sunshine and growl at passers-by...
But then I wouldn't see the foxes stalking the hedge bottoms or the badger plodding up the road of an evening...don't suppose there'd be Goldfinches visit the bird-table or mouses in Doc Martins tramping about in the roof space...the street lights would drive me quite crackers at night shining into the bedroom window and I'd be obliged to hang fancy net curtains in the windows facing the street and small children would no doubt think it hilarious to knock on the door and then run away...
Jack and Alex couldn't call and say 'Any chance of a brew please?' and then sit at the table with their mugs of tea and regale us with tales of school and finding wasps nests and going fishing with their Dad and catching enormous fish with really sharp teeth...while Nancy sits on the front doorstep and waits patiently for them.
So, maybe I'll stay here for a while...