My honeyeater visitor returned on Thursday morning, fluttering around exploring before heading to the flowering aloe and providing me with one of the few photos for this week.
While at lunch with my friend Lorraine on Wednesday, I developed a slight cough. By the evening it was a fully developed sore throat. On Thursday morning I cancelled my Pilates class and postponed my thumb dressing for a week. I had the first, and heaviest, cold I have had in years. It has persisted all week. Yes, I did test negative for Covid.
The worst is over. The cough hung on a bit but is largely gone. I haven't sneezed for 24 hours. I cancelled all commitments, including Saturday dinner and a hairdressing appointment, to bunker down with my books, knitting and, occasionally, the Christine Bishop Pulled Thread Mat. I have drunk a lot of warm lemon juice and honey.
So there isn't much to report this week. I have read quite a few books, all reviewed on my Goodreads page. My energy returned enough yesterday to fertilise my plants. Today I have vacuumed and been for a walk.
I had been worried I might have infected my friend Lorraine at lunch last week. Today I learned that she, along with all her Book Club members, has the flu. That, at 90, is a worry. She is, however, cheerful, careful and competent.