Wiped out in Hot town, summery in the city - 2017

Giving blood always leaves me feeling crap and today is no different. No matter how much I (over) hydrate myself before and after, it takes a couple of days to recover. R suggested that i shouldn’t give blood because of it but my theory is that 3 to 4 weekends a year of feeling poo isn’t that bad a price to pay for a pint of my blood.

It doesn’t help that I forgot to switch my alarm off last night 🤦🏻‍♀️ 5 bloody 30 it beeped incessantly at me this morning 🤷‍♀️ Thank goodness for my insanely switched on sleep hormones; I’m possibly the only mother ever who had to be woken by her husband for baby feeds 🤣🤣

Anyway, the short and tall of it (what in the hell does that even mean!!) is that I’m in bed. R and I did go for a walk (although we stopped at Tesco so we count it as essential shopping, giving us an exercise option if we want 🤣🤣) around the lagoon and there were pretty daffodils with orange trumpets. I love those ones. Other than that I’ve binge watched The Mallorca Files (iPlayer, it’s another gentle murder programme with hints of James Bond to the film work and music but with a slobbish but brilliant German detective (m) and a serious but cynical British detective (f). I love it, although, of course, Death in Paradise wins for me).

On that note, I’m going to Rhodesia in 1924 now, to find out how that Man in the Brown Suit is getting on.

Last updated March 07, 2021