Panting and Painting

I feel so much better today. More energy, less breathy, less fatigued. Whatever this new variant is called, it seems to be affecting people in very different ways. A colleague back in Norfolk said it has flattened him for a week, whereas for me it's been a few days of mild discomfort.
And I'll stop writing about that now, because I think we all had enough virus talk back in 2020/21.

This little spell of unwellness is provoking me to think about my fitness levels, which can only be a good thing. Normally I do a lot of walking, cycling and swimming during Spring and Summer, but with a new young 'un in the house, and with the awful weather, I just haven't exercised as much, and that needs to change.

Philippa has developed a sudden urge to redecorate, so we may end up going paint shopping on Sunday. It would never be my idea of a good time, but I know she loves looking at colour schemes and I know how much I love making her happy, so a few hours perusing the B&Q shelves and discussing Dulux is a small price to pay for keeping my wife smiling.

RC 25-8-2