Just what we needed... more snow

It pissed me off when it snowed on Saturday. Don’t get me wrong - I love a Wintry snowscape as much as anyone, but when it gets to the middle of March I don’t want two inches of compacted ice on the roads, I want blossoming flowers, buds on the trees and the beautiful sound of returning songbirds. 
I spent most of the weekend dozing, if I’m honest. I feel better for it, too. I’m not completely back to normal, but I’m getting there. Had a good breakfast today, which settled nicely instead of making me feel like I’d been kicked in the stomach. My head isn’t throbbing or spinning anymore, but I have to say that the short walk from my car to my office managed to expend all my energy, and it’s only a couple of hundred yards. So who knows what’s going on?
Philippa spoke to one of the nurses at her surgery, who of course can’t comment but said it sounded like I should probably get a blood test to check for something I can’t pronounce. I’m not sure how my doctor would take it if I burst in demanding a test that had been recommended by someone at a different doctors that my wife happens to work in, so I don’t think I’ll bother with that. I’ll be a typical British man and chalk it up to experience and hope it doesn’t happen again. 
Now I need to try and put some weight back on… A tough challenge, but one I assure you I’ll be taking on with relish! (and several other high-fat condiments as well)

RC 19-3-18