Saturday, October 13, 2012
October 13. Day 287. Soaring over the city
Therefore I can only assume that feeling like you've eaten razor blades, sounding like every breath could be your last and drowning in bodily secretions are signs of being a picture of health.
Fortunately my family rallied by my bedside where rallied is defined as came in and asked to have pasta cooked for lunch (son) and dropped in to say goodbye before going out to play bridge (husband). Refer to Rule 1.
By late afternoon powered by a nap and a cocktail of cold tablets and Ventolin, I decided it was safe to leave the house. Fresh air and sunshine are great tonics even those with consumptive illnesses.
While I wasn't exactly soaring it was nice to watch those who were. I love this photo of Chloe (aged five and a half) on the bungee trampoline with the city as the backdrop.
Chloe was enjoying the Endeavour Foundation's Big Community Day Out at South Bank with her mum Caroline and family.
That's quite an angle to see the city from and worth getting out of bed for. After all I have no excuses. Rule 1. Mothers don't get sick.