Mr G is 64 today. I prayed for sunshine and got it, well, so far at least! I also prayed to be feeling on top form as the party guests start arriving at 2 pm. But did I get that? What do you think!
Yesterday, I felt great all day. It was the Last Night of the Proms on TV. I'd had a sore throat for the last two days - there's a nasty bug going round and a hideous sore throat is the first sign - so I'd made myself a hot toddy with lemon, honey and a dash of whisky. That set me up for belting out Jerusalem, Land of Hope and Glory, and even the Song to the Moon from Rusalka - I just about managed the top notes. I bobbed up and down and clapped my hands in time with the audience and was still bopping around the living room when Mr G went to bed.
I turned in around midnight and took half a Sominex tablet to make sure I got a good night's sleep, but I woke up twice coughing, then Mr G got up at 6.30 and woke me. Now I feel aching all over, as if I haven't slept at all, my eyes are burning and I also have the start of a bad headache. With tons of guests and loads of children and dogs due (poor old Flad!), I really don't know where I'm going to find the energy to get through the day.
I suppose two miracles in one day was too much to hope for... Now I must go and give Mr G his birthday presents!
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