I spent a quieter Christmas & New Year than usual. On Boxing Day I began to feel some tightness around the chest. This was not due to over-grazing on turkey and Mr Fortnums excellent Christmas Pud as the following day I got out of bed and almost immediately had to get back in again. Pyjamas, a thick toweling dressing gown and 2 duvets on the bed still left me alternatively shivering and sweating. Kojak was not well for several days. New Year was a very quiet affair as I was still feeling under the weather. A glass of wine at midnight and bed shortly after. I finally managed to catch up with friends the following Monday and several pints of ale restored my spirits.
My sainted sister is of the school of thought that anyone with an ailment needs feeding up so I have returned home with a waistband significantly tighter than it was before my excursion up north. A largely uneventful journey back with thankfully only a brief flurry of sleet and the usual idiots speeding through it. My early exit before Christmas has also resulted in an very large pile of Christmas cards to open and read today, which coincidently is Twelfth Night so at least I don't have to stick them up on the walls.
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