Work. Good day if busy. Thankful for the boss sorting out Sunday for me. I'd spent most of the week worrying about it, so getting home knowing it was sorted made me able to relax.
The only drawback was a cold was threatening with a throat that felt like I am swallowing razor blades. So covering myself in Vics, drinking honey and hot lemon ( and even a drop of Southern Comfort!) I tried to combat it as much as I could.
Sunday.
The alarm went off, ( I'd forgotten it was pre-set, it was a pleasure to turn it off, and snuggle back under the duvet) We eventually surfaced around 8.30 am, and only then because I needed tablets, a drink, and a throat spray.
Grateful to be able to hunker down and deal with this cold. I'm guessing with the way I'm feeling I have a quinsy forming in my throat.
I showered, hoping to make myself feel better, fresh pj's and settled down to a day watching streams, and sewing.
The Pottery Throw Down final was good, if a little predictable. Donna hands down deserved to win, but we knew that week one. But, the other potters this series were all fabulous... I'll miss it.
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