I’m back in Victoria again. Mum had a cold today that started with a sore throat, and now I have a sore throat too. Maybe it’s just empathy pain. I have however, taken a great dose of echinacea and cold fx. God. Dam. It.
I got home and my plants were still alive and well, so that’s one good thing.
I’ve read all my books now so I guess I’ll have to pick up Tom Jones again. The book, not the welsh pop star.
I had a great pile of mail sitting waiting for me when I got home. A whole week’s worth. Much sorting was had and most was junk mail but two were magazines to read. Maybe I’ll get to those instead of T.J.
I’m glad I went on vacation and now I’m glad I’m back.