My chestiness is coming to an end, I hope. It's certainly curtailed any running around of a competitive or vaguely challenging nature. Balancing that delicate blend of mindless need to be out and about yet not wanting to make it worse and prolong the illness further, has been trying. And futile. Even my shoes have started to fester through lack of use. Found myself cleaning a pair of my favourites this week. They're shagged! Ripped to pieces But I love them. Old friends looking quite marvellous, drying in the early morning sun.
