Sunday Lunchtime

Good lunchtime.

Well, last night I didn't expect to sleep well as I was feeling so rough.
I propped up the pillows so that I wouldn't drown and I put all the medicine and tissues and water and a bowl by my bed.
Then I fell asleep.
And amazingly, I slept better than usual, waking once and then waking at 7am with my lungs roaring like a helicopter.
I felt a bit better, still far from ok, but better than yesterday.

It took a long time to get up and get sorted, and my lungs still aren't clearing well, it hurts when I cough and doesn't produce much.

I am resting and watching movies.
I didn't go to church this morning, but I think it is palm sunday, so all the barmy church people process in and out of the church and Jesus watches and says 'what are you doing?' and goes 'oy, it's not fag break' to those who linger.
The Diocese of Winchester forgot to provide a donkey for me to progress to Winchester for crucifixion on anyway.