By Thursday of this week I was ill with a head cold that seemed to have morphed, each day, in every imaginable way. I was called by the nurse two days earlier with the news that the anti-biotic they had prescribed would not work and I needed another round. The bacterial infection I thought I had rid myself of came back with a vengeance. Two hours into the day and three goes round the playground with “going on a bear hunt”, and my stomach started to cramp. “It’s no good I need to go home and find my hot water bottle.”
So I am standing by the bus stop in the drizzling rain, feeling chilled to the bone, when a bus drives by with the current campaign slogan, “drought” written on the side. It has to be a conspiracy theory. It has rained almost non stop since the before Easter and it is supposed to rain for the rest of the month. Don’t get me wrong, I know we need rain but this is miserable! I managed to do almost everything on my Easter Bucket List except bathe my feet in sunshine and go on a picnic with friends. I miss Florida!