



The theory is you should return from your holidays refreshed, relaxed and fighting fit.
Rather a shame therefore that, the sore throat and feeling a bit grim that had been creeping up on me over the last few days hit big time once I got home.
Having driven across Arran and down from Ardrossan, I was relieved when S took the wheel back at Tebay services. Feeling achey and exhausted I remember little of that last part of our journey and arriving home I just collapsed into bed.
I pretty much didn’t get up for four days.
It’s a long time since I felt that ill.
So apologies that these blog entries are so retrospective, but I hadn’t really been in a communicative mood. Phone calls go unanswered, emails unread, texts not replied to and blog drafts remain on the laptop untouched.
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