Dinner, Dancing, Sneezing & Sweating, Thankfully Not All In One Day

What a week!

Last Friday, I woke up feeling full of cold. Great, just in time for the weekend, but I was determined not to let it get the better of me.

I’ve been taking a long hard look at my to-do list and chopped it up a bit. I want to give myself the option to take weekends off from writing and learning and avoid putting too much pressure on myself.

I was really looking forward to going out for dinner with our friend's birthday, to celebrate a birthday and there was no way I was going to let having too much to do or a poxy cold, get in the way.

On Saturday, Toby, who I think is having an identity crisis and thinks he’s a cockerel, wakes us up yowling at the crack of dawn. There was no way I was getting up early, the cold combined with too much white wine the night, was not leaving me feeling energised.

We had a wedding reception to go to that evening. Again, despite my feeling rubbish, I still wanted to go. It's just a cold, I told myself and went off to sit in the garden to get some air.

Eventually, I admit defeat and go back to bed with the fan on and catch up on Love Island. If I’m going to make it to that dance floor, I need to recover from the night before.

The following morning, after enjoying myself on and off the dancefloor, I manage to sleep until gone 10 am, something I never do. I spend the morning in bed, beneath the soft breeze…