(I hope that does mean I'm on the road to recovery. I always find that a lack of interest in my personal hygiene only strikes when I'm ill, and feel so rough, that I just don't care I'm starting to get a bit smelly and don't want to shower or even take a bath.)
I always get a tremendous sense of how good life is when I stop being ill, it's a mixture of sweet relief and pure joy to no longer feel like a zombie.
Whilst I've been "reclining" in bed, I have been doing a little crochet, making some more of my (soon to be released pattern for a scarf design) scarves. I'm almost ready to start writing the pattern down.
Someone told me the other day that a good way of preventing illness is to stuff cloves of garlic in your mouth, store them in your cheeks, and suck on them.
A bit like a hamster.
Anyway, I know from past experience that I can get ahead of myself, and at the first sign of feeling better, leap back joyfully into a busy life, than wonder why I'm having a relapse and have to go back to bed with my tail between my legs.
First things first, a shower!
I hope you're all well? I'm sorry I've been a bit out of the loop recently, I hope things will get back to normal soon.
Love Vanessa xxx