I hate being sick

So the third week of my holiday has been taken over by me being sick. I haven't been very happy about it and I feel like precious days have slipped through my fingers.

I have so few days when I am not working or have deadlines and then my body decides I am going to make you do nothing so that is all I have been doing all week.

I have been in a lovely location of Sandbanks to do it. So there was fresh air and water all around but I didn't really manage to do much at all. Now on the coach back to London and fingers crossed I think I have taken a turn for the better.

no art, no seeing shows, no sketchbook

just sleeping, coughing, a little bit of reading and some terrible old movies