Monday, Mail and Me - recovering

I was ill. A virus got me and I had "The Cold". Apparently it has been attacking people everywhere, well, I don't like it. For one thing it made me feel ill for days and days before it finally matured into something and then it put me in my chair, with a big box of tissues, painkillers and lots of water. On Sunday I woke up and it was gone! Leaving me feeling weak and feeble but able to breathe without coughing and able to walk from the car to the diner and back (with a pause for a cuppa)

 The first picture shows what Mr M calls a "Simpsons Sky". I have to take his word for it because I have only seen the starting credits of the programme before I leave the room and go to my computer or to knit.

 I am still keeping an eye on the Mistletoe situation. This example is near Kinnersley (google maps should find it in Herefordshire or possibly Powys) We are on this road because the car in front of us at a previous junction was being driven by one Richard Cranium. I was surprised that Mr M knew his name. He might not have used those exact words, using the familiar Dick as the forename but you get the picture. Anyhoooo we saw dear Richard indicate that he was turning right so we went left.

We paused at the Old Railwayline Garden Centre where they do a really expensive bottle of diet Coke and a reasonable coffee and then we went to Leominster for lunch. We have told so many people about how good the OK Diner is that everyone and his wife was there. So don't go! stay away! their club sandwich is not delicious their Birgers and not juicy and full of flavour and their onion rings are definitely not moreish - honestly ... oh, well perhaps they are quite good but don't go you'll have to wait 20 minutes for a table and then another 20 minutes to get drinks ordered and then another 20 minutes for food - pesky customers.

We then went to Morrisons to do our shopping and when we got back to the car Mr "Eagle Eyes" M saw this little one in the middle of a partly cut shrub in the car park. We suspect that the landscapers were trimming the shrubbery back and discovered a nest with this still fluffy little babe warming in the sun and watching closely as bumble bees flew over his head.

We came home to find part of the M4 closed, sending traffic to "our" roundabout so Mr M put his local knowledge to good use and avoided the queues and joy of joys there was a parking space in the street close enough to the house that we didn't need to call a taxi to get home.

Mail?Oh I haven't opened any yet, not even looked at emails because for some reason Virgin Media won't let me see my mail.

My thanks to Sian at FromHighInTheSky for inventing this meme and keeping me writing