For those of you of a nervous disposition who may not like to see a grown woman throwing a paddy, you may want to look away now.
For the rest of you, you are going to be sorely disappointed. This is a major whinge about me.
I had a bad night last night, unsettled. I could have been worried about getting up in time to turf the offspring out to school, but it’s not something that would usually worry me.
I’d been up a while this morning, emptied the dishwasher, made a cup of tea and was relaxing in front of the news before the three eldest sloped off to catch the bus. I was feeling a little grotty, my neck and jaw were sore and uncomfortable, so I had a peer down my throat, like you do.
Unbelievable! My left tonsil (it’s always the left!) is red, inflamed and covered in white spots. Again!
This is not fair.
I had intended to stroll into town this morning and lengthen the circuit slightly for a bit of variety, especially as the forecast for the rest of the week does not look enticing. Today is a beautiful day, with fabulous views over the bay towards snow-capped hills, Ben Wyvis, the Strathfarrar hills and the northern Monadhliath.
Sensible head said no, don’t walk.
Grumpy head said compromise, do the usual brisk, daily stroll and take a couple of days off while the weather is grim.
Moan, groan, grumble…