No, not really but that’s what it feels like.

Still coughing, still wheezing and still as weak as a kitten.

This shot is actually bubble bath because apparently steam is really good for bad chests so I’ve been flumped in the bath trying to reap the benefit of some.

I hate being incapacitated – today I’ve watched way too much daytime TV for anyone’s sanity…..I’ve discovered UKFood is on a 3 hour loop so the Gary Rhodes that is on at 11am reappears at 2pm with all the same degree of certainty that you can count on with a bad penny. Not that I’ve anything against Gary Rhodes (well nothing that his being strapped into a chair and that silly hairdo removing wouldn’t cure). In fact, I think he’s a superb cook. BUT his show starts to pale on the second showing in a day.

I’ve also discovered that at 3pm it is impossible to find anything remotely interesting on the TV to fire up my imagination, even with however many hundreds of channels that Sky provide. My thoughts were if I’m too weak to DO anything, maybe I can find something to dream about doing when I’m feeling better. No chance of that.

My sister tells me that where she lives (Hemel Hempstead) she’s got loads of snow. It’s only 40 miles from here and we’d not had a flake until ½ hour ago when the heavens opened and it all came pouring down….in the pitch dark. She posted a message on my pic yesterday saying all I’d need to do was point my camera out of the window for a PotD today, which wouldn’t take any effort at all. Ha! Not so.

A few more days of feeling like this and I’ll be stir crazy.