I am still not brilliantly well but I am brilliantly well compared to how I was a couple of days ago. The diphtheria has cleared up but I now have consumption. However, it is another beautiful sunny day and I cannot bear to waste a sunny day so I am in bed with the window wide open enjoying it. I will get up shortly but I won't be running any marathons; my throat is sore and my chest hurts.
I have made a list of ghastly tasks that I thought Mr Smith could perform now that he is unemployed. That has sent him running to the Job Centre or at least to meet a mate in town to have lunch and have a look at his prospects. I am disheartened. I will have to dig the garden myself.
This is so exciting - Ebayers have bid for my handbags ... 99p, but it's a start. Now I have to look every hour to see if there is any more interest. I hope Mr Smith appreciates my noble endeavour.
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