Bank Holiday Boredom

Candice:  You may noticed I’ve been a bit quiet over the last week or so.  You may have thought it was down to my decision to step away from the communications tools, but no, it was related to the Noro virus.  For those of you who don’t know what this is, lets just say 12 hrs of vomiting is not the best way to spend a Tuesday night.  And then to spend almost a week laid up from it has left me with the fidgets.

I hate being ill. It’s OK at first, but there are only so many Escape to the Country‘s you can watch, in between naps.  And when you can’t stomach any food or walk down stairs without being wobbly the whole thing gets rather depressing.  I am also some what of a gym bunny, and the first time I went for nearly two weeks was yesterday and even then I didn’t have much energy.  ARGH!

Then to cap it all its the famous English Bank Holiday weekend which equals … rain.  It’s not actually started yet but its due at any moment.  Now, yesterday was lovely but today makes you feel like getting your boots and thermals out.  In fact, I couldn’t believe the number of people walking round the shops yesterday, when the sun was out, in jumpers and boots.  It’s not over yet you know, that whole summer thing.   (Aside here, when people complain how crap the summer has been, but then insist on wearing winter clothes when it is nice, I have no sympathy for them).

So, really and truly this should be a good writing day, whole day, no work, rain… but ’cause I’ve been cooped up for the last two weeks I need to get out!  I’d usually hit the shops but with all the winter clothes in I’m not ready to buy anything yet, and we don’t need any thing for the house (mainly ’cause we’ve just put it on the market).  So what to do… well we are off to go and find a gold postbox.  And to find out what that means – click on the link!