So, here we are - day 10 (ish) of the 3-day headache. I know that it's sinusitis borne of the stupid bug I'm 3-weeks into and, to be fair, it's a lot less painful now than it has been, nevertheless I just wish it would f-off now.
On Friday we just about managed to drag our carcasses around the park that's opposite our house - makes for a 20 minute trip but we came back knackered.
We had some plans to schlep through the woods yesterday but it seemed a bit daunting so, instead, we decided to stroll down to The Crown where we were greeted with Gun Project Babylon and Kent Golden. Both very acceptable and a couple of pints of each were quaffed.
From the sounds of some of the locals in the pub, we're not the only ones who have been unwell.
On the way back in the cold and damp (and it's uphill) BBB said "I'm never going out again". Obviously he didn't mean it but it's kind of how both weather and bugs are making us feel.
Today, the cold, flat, quiet grey mist continues to envelope the neighbourhood and I, for one, don't feel particularly like going out anywhere.
Tomorrow, however, we should try the outside again - perhaps to see if the Lamb has any Christmas Ale left...maybe.
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