Better, but worse

I went back to sleep after writing this morning's post, and woke up again a couple of hours later feeling much calmer emotionally, but not very well physically - not ill exactly, but under the weather, and feeling queasy, finding it difficult, seemingly, to fully wake up. I did improve slowly as the day progressed, so I'm hopeful that it's nothing much - I've had more than enough health problems recently, and I've got ambition at all for anything else to go wrong.
As a result of my less than sparkling condition, I didn't end up by doing anything very energetic during the day - my brother and I watched the denouement of the cricket, England narrowly managing to avoid snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, before we went to meet up with my sister-in-law and niece who had gone earlier in the afternoon to the Battle of Britain Memorial Day event not far from where they live. There was a flying display by a Spitfire and a Hurricane, so it was certainly worth going, even if we didn't stay too long, because I didn't want to get back to 'domicile-ville' too late - apart from not being at my best, I've got to get up fairly early in the morning for yet another trip to the hospital, the first of two this week. I made it back to base before 7:30, so the plan worked out fairly well, all in all. I'm hoping to wake up tomorrow morning full of the joys of spring. Time will tell, needless to say.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B