Almost there

I've just about caught up with myself after last weekend's frantic rushing about. Today, I've been involved in cleaning the cottage after the last visitors left and, this afternoon, I fully intend to put my feet up and read a book.The dogs are lying in the conservatory snoring loudly, and it does seem a rather attractive proposition, given that my cold has advanced to the revolting coughing stage.

This week, three people who came to the party have phoned to say they've got a cold. Someone, then, definitely brought it to the party. though possibly not deliberately. It must have slunk in behind one of my guests and sneaked past me before I could ask to see its invitation. Had I spotted it, it would have been out of the door before it could so much as draw breath.

In a way, it's a relief to know that others have caught this cold; I don't feel quite as much as I did that my immune system has been weakened by my experiences of last year. If even people who haven't had cancer / radiotherapy have been struck down, is it surprising that I'm sneezing, coughing and aching?

The conservatory definitely looks very inviting... I wonder where I put that box of tissues and packet of cold cure...