Tiny Sparks of Joy

Catching up on all the post holiday jobs and still having time to relax.

A fully stocked winedrobe, with bottles from three years’ worth of holidays to enjoy.

Our bed. Our bed. Our bed.

Catching up with friends and not waking up exhausted because I was sensible (for once).

Planning for the future, in big and small ways.

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Tiny Sparks of Joy

A Weekend During Which I Took To My Bed

I was poorly this past weekend. Nothing I can put my finger on but by Saturday afternoon my eyes were so tired I had to take out my contact lenses and Sunday consisted of lying prostrate on my incredibly comfortable bed, reading my ever expanding collection of Chalet School books and periodically enjoying tea and toast.

Marjorie is quite clear on what a lady should do when feeling unwell and illustrates same in her Cases. Lucky for me, I don’t live alone while trying to like it and my husband was a superb nurse. I’ve rallied since but my exercise regime has gone by the wayside for a few days now and getting to and from work is as energetic as I got today.

Thankfully, on arriving in work my spirits were lifted by a padded envelope on my desk, wherein was a copy of yet another Chalet School book I’d preordered from Girls Gone By. I must stop myself ordering any more until I’ve read my (slightly odd in terms of their ordering compared to the series numbers) latest pile. I will give a shout out to Encore Books though. Impressive service, right down to a refund on a delivery charge and a nice little message with the order docket. Will use again.

A Weekend During Which I Took To My Bed