As I recline in my sickbed dictating this post to my youngest niece a la Dame Barbara Cartland style but obviously without the pink, Pekingese dog, bouffant and full make up. My niece reminds me that having been confined to my room for the past week I have big bed hair so actually my bouffant is probably larger than any the grand dame ever sported and I usually wear more slap than her on a night out. Who’d have thought we had so much in common although obviously she sold over 750 million copies of over 700 books so that’s where the similarity ends.
The house has now been disinfected top to bottom, including light switches and door handles, by the cleaning tornado aka my mother in true Carry On Matron style. Woe betide any virus that decides to laugh in the face of danger and venture into our home as Mum will single-handedly be defending Dyson Abbey from the threat of any further germs in true superhero style.
Despite not looking my physical best, my Dad has endeavoured to raise my spirits with hot Ribena; banana sandwiches having been withdrawn from the menu for the foreseeable future.
The sun is shining here in glorious Devon, so it’s a hot bath followed by a snuggle down on the sofa in front of the television to watch the “Scarlet & the Black”; could life get any better.
Happy weekend my friends, life is short so do whatever excites your spirit and makes your soul sing with joy!