Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Still afflicted with horrid low grade virus which is raging around the compound. All I do is stump downstairs in my dressing gown, make chicken soup, eat chicken soup, go back to bed, stump down again, like a furious old lady, make ginger tea, drink ginger tea, go back to bed. Luckily, my heavenly stepfather comes and walks the dogs, which he very politely gives the impression of vastly enjoying. (He has the most perfect manners.)
Bored now after two days of not being well. I am contemplating a hot toddy laced with good Scotch whisky, on the kill or cure principle. Very much afraid it will be kill though, and then what? Still, every single part of my body hurts, so I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
Luckily, the old ladies rather love an excuse to lounge about on the bed all day. They have been most diverted by watching all the happy Chilean miners shoot to freedom in that special pod. And they give me a little kiss on the nose if I am looking too doleful. What more could a girl ask?