I’m full of cold this morning, having successfully incubated (in record time) the germs that our youngest granddaughter has been spraying in my direction for the last 24 hours or so. I’m not feeling too sharp (and I’m still aching from stacking all those logs on Friday night), so I spend the day sitting quietly in front of the fire, only venturing outside to replenish the log basket when absolutely necessary, and to take the dog for her afternoon walk (my wife took her this morning because she felt sorry for me).
This evening we go to Woodland Holiday Park where my wife swims 100 lengths of the pool while I simmer gently in the sauna.