There is no point in keeping any kind of blog if I am not going to be honest. Therfore at the risk of being called an old Whinger it's not been the best these last few days.
I put myself on the scales this morning and was not suprised to find I had lost four pounds in the last week. On Monday and Tuseday I have been eating/drinking soup and Cheese Quavers with some chocolate thrown in for good measure. This is entirely my fault. In defence I can only plead that when you don't feel hungry it's easy not to bother. Today though I decided to be positive and went to a local Fish Restaurant and had Scampi and Chips. I didn't finish it but that didn't matter. For my tea this evening, I had a Lasagne meal for one courtesy of Tesco and will have a pudding later.
The othet thing that is wearying is the wretched cough which shows little sign of going away. It continues to interrupt my sleep. Fingers crossed that it will improve.
Tomorrow we are promised sunshine and a temperature of 13 degrees. I can't wait. Who knows that could prelude a rediscovery of apetite and an end to coughing.
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