We didn’t go to Jax & Brigitte last night for a prawn braai, unfortunately missing the celebration of Sam C’s 40th. It was disappointing but for the best, given that I wasn’t at my sparkling best. We had a had a lovely time at T & J’s beautiful new home on Thursday, even tho I’ve now addicted D to iPads. They might not invite us back! That would be a pity because the chicken was delicious and the accessories, including corn on the cob were fabulous. Champion, as my paternal grandmother used to say.
Then on Friday morning, I was up at 5.30 (doggie looks) and Pat and I faffed with the pool (I’m quite sure that Blu 52 does not effect male potency despite having blue stuff in it, Brian, – the hadedas drink it all the time and there’s no shortage of them!) and chatted until 7.30. I sat on the couch with a strong feeling that I was ‘supposed to be doing something’, but had a problem remembering what day it was. Then it dawned – breakfast with the A & B walking teams – @7am! Luckily, they hadn’t got their grub yet, so I was able to nip down to Knowles’ Nibble and Natter in time to have the final coffee (red cappucino for me) with them. It was so nice to see them all, and to solve world problems and to construct a new cabinet for the SA government consisting of ourselves. Not sure that I fancy the Ministry of Ed though! Good belly aerobics.
I ran out of steam yesterday morning, suddenly having weak legs, dire rear, and some nausea. The sniffles and the cough were worse. I felt gypped after having such a strong week and feeling almost the old normal having only taken the usual meds for cholestrol, thyroid and hormones all week. I slept until 9.30 and was back in bed at 11:30 till 2pm. It was clearly a couch day. So I couched, while Pat beaded and did genealogy, thinking that, with the rest, I’d be able to party in the evening. At 5 we had to face the fact that I needed to be close to the loo, and a bed. What a downer that would be at a party, especially as I wouldn’t be drunk!
I managed to stay up till 11 when my eyes were closing through the Royal Variety Concert – our ritual for at home, quiet New Year’s. It was funny because I managed about an hour’s nap, before the Screaming Witches had Rocky and Pepper all jumpy. So Pat and I watched a documentary about the Chinese rural legal system, which was fascinating. I had a Cape Velvet (ja, alcohol’s a no-no with the liver but it was good!) and she had a tipple of Kahlua. I swear that little dop has helped to make the sniffles and the hacking cough better. Certainly when I returned to my bed at about 1am, I conked out without a hack or a splutter.
That’s why I loved this cartoon that Sioux shared on FaceBook. We enjoyed all the HNY messages and reminded ourselves of all our goals.
Today is beautiful. I played with the new iPad app called Skitch. This is the result from a view from the porch with thoughts attached.
So feeling good on the 1st of the year! Happy New Year to all.