Otters Bottom

After Bert being poorly yesterday, it was my turn today. I woke up with a headache and like I’d been punched in the face.

The kittens as they were locked out of the bedroom last night so it wasn’t them beating me up. I don’t remember Buddy or Bert clonking me. So must be a bug. Deep joy.

Thought I’d take Bert out for a gentle walk see if the fresh air helped clear my sinuses. We walked down one of the footpaths near the railway line. I spotted this sign. Can’t say I’ve seen it before. Or realised that the land there was called Otters Bottom. I do hope that’s cause there are otters there.

The land is small, but over the time I’ve had Bert, I watched it being cleared, fruit trees being planted and vegetable beds laid out. So lovely that someone is taking care of it.

The walk may have helped Bert, it didn’t help me. I came back feeling worse, cold and rather dizzy. Cancelled my plans for the day, did Maid Duty and retired to the conservatory. Bert and I convalesced together. Him and Dodo snoring, me listening to some online learning. My brain wasn’t up to anything heavy, so kept it light.

Bert is much improved, which is good news. He’s not keen on his antibiotics. Given they cost £2:39 each (I kid you not), he is definitely taking them.

Is it any wonder the NHS is a mess if that’s how much one tablet costs. Or are they more cause they’re for animals? Let’s hope they work. And let’s hope after an early nights, I’m feeling better too.