Sick day

My view today consists of my air con. It's blowing cold on my face and makes me feel better.

At least one cat loves me and feels sorry enough for me to stay with me.

A doctor once told me that when you are sick, eat what you want because it doesn't matter. I just ate a creme egg. It's not sitting well in my tummy. Perhaps the doctor should have said, 'Eat anything you want as long as you are prepared to taste it again.' I should stick to crackers.