Having been horribly ill with a cold all of the previous week, it was a relief to feel slightly normal on the Sunday 21st, although still a very strange temperature. Patsy was also having difficulties with it too. He seems to have had one thing after the other this winter. We still managed to get to bed by 9.30 most evenings over this long weekend though, which is a bit sad really isn't it?
Friday evening was spent with Mrs H at splinters restaurant, although Mr H couldn't make it as Ollie was in hospital with a horrific chest infection, although he was released on Saturday. So, she came with us and he stayed at the hospital. We were all slightly subdued as a result of this and should have really just rebooked it for a month or so's time, but hey, we had a pretty good meal and managed to drink a couple of bottles of vino. Saturday, we spent the day in front of the rugby, apart from popping the papers round to mum's and going to the hospital to pick up Mr H and the very quiet Ollie, oh, and picking up Anna from Grace's birthday sleep over and bowling. So, actually, I was quite busy really. Apart from that, I lay on the sofa feeling like a pile of poo. I'd had this cold all week from the Tuesday and had not been into work as a result.
Well, we managed to rally for the Sunday and had lunch at the Urban Reef on Boscombe Prom. They had a surf competition, so loads of people were down there and it felt really vibrant and well, surfy... We had a Sunday roast, which was lovely and another bottle of vino. Popped into see the Howards on the way back and had a slurp with them, then walked home. Major mistake. I can't walk home from there! Maybe it was optimistic, maybe just stupid, but by the time I got back to ours, I was totally annihilated and had to lie down again on the sofa. Never mind. It was a lovely day all round and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Birthday pics
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