Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Ill in bed with a dull bug. Nothing dramatic enough to warrant sympathy, just a boring, wintery, ache all over and feel very cross sort of low viral load. My glands are like large walnuts.
So there is only time for a quick shot of the hill in the gloaming, because there must always be a shot of the hill; it is my dedicated promise. (Why? Why? Feeling is: I must take it every day because I said so, and if I do not do what I said then buildings will fall and mountains will crumble.)