So today saw the return of Pip’s Sanatorium as I woke up full of cold and feeling decidedly crappy. Not a clue where it’s come from but it’s not Covid. That would be very unfortunate for me to get it twice.
My plans for showjumping had to be scrapped and I retreated back to bed.
Thankfully the weather was glorious so it was kinda nice to sit in the sunshine. Feeling like I’ve been punched repeatedly in the face right now. Not that I’d know what that feels like. This is what I’d imagine it feels like anyway.
Hoping that more sleep will mean it goes as quickly as it arrives. It’s been ages since I was sick. Still not a fan…