Happy Monday!

The a couple of weeks ago, I attended a team training day in Canary Wharf. It was interesting, the morning was run by Mark Hunter, an ex Olympic rower (they’re always rowers) it involved a new commute on the Elizabeth line. The journey was fantastic, 10 out of 10 for speed and efficiency however, it was full of germs and infectious people and I caught COVID, which I also gave to Ma!

In fact the whole weekend after the training day was cursed with minor inconvenience, by the Sunday it was clear that I was sick and honestly I was not well. It was like a cross between a cold and the flu, with a hefty measure of being really, really tired. And bizarrely none of my technology could recognise my face!!

But I’ve only left the flat, four times in the last two weeks, I missed three days of work, seeing Josephine (the rate we’re going, presents will be exchanged next Christmas!), and anything fun. I did go to Mum’s for Mother’s Day, I took lunch to Mum’s, but we were obviously both still recovering from being sick because after washing up, we both had a nap and we didn’t finish the wine!

Last week I’ve begun to feel better, I’m still sleeping a lot but I have managed to accomplish things at work and home. Im also back to reading and drinking coffee (when I don’t want to read it’s a sure sign that I’m feeling poorly). A work colleague told me that she could see I was feeling better because I was getting things done this week before someone reminded me! Honestly it’s been like wading through treacle.

It’s been really lovely to feel better and the weather and sunshine has certainly helped. The weekend was a haircut weekend so Ma and I did that and then on Sunday I finally got back to the allotment!

This week, I’m on my last week of work before I have some time off. I’m hoping that the compost arrives this week or next week because it’s time to start actually gardening!

Have a good week!