16th October 2017
I have been struck down. After being smug and thinking I was immune from catching Kelli’s cold, around 3.00am it hit me.
I felt my throat become sore and uncomfortable . I remembered my father’s advice “Sweat it out”. He was of the generation that believed that a good sweat, a glass of water and a copy of “The News of the World” would cure everything. It must have worked, because I cannot remember him being ill, I remember him being angry when the Sunday newspaper was not delivered.
Normally I carry a supply of Lemsips whenever I travel, but not this time. So I am putting my faith in the “medicine man” remedies over here.
There is no short isles of cold cures in the pharmacies here, they stretch for miles, by the time you find some that won’t kill you, you’re cured.
However, I dragged my weary bones to help get the freebie to Hudsonville. It was a heavy beast, but Kelli did a great job on the finishing.
I managed to do a little sanding on a dresser that we picked up at the weekend.
To commemorate the fact that I was feeling crap, I was rewarded with a Star Wars evening. We watched Return of the Jedi, and sometime during the film I referred to Han Solo as Hans. That was the opening to the sluice gates of hysterical laughter. I had invented a new Star Wars hero “Hans Olo” and nobody was going to let me forget it.
Another Lifetime to go 