I've had a lovely weekend...mostly.
My Saturday started fine with berry picking and a bit of early morning fresh air. However it went a bit down hill as my brother, cousin and others decided to drag me into town at the warmest point of the day (I was wearing black). Not only was it a weekend, it was a race day so it was kind of busy.
Not my idea of fun. I wanted to hide in a dark cave practicing spelunking. However coming home I was given plenty to drink and raspberries. Raspberry season is started.
Sunday I barely moved. It was warm and sticky and my seaside fan with squirty bottle was used on and off all day. Even when I was about to sleep. Covers? Pah who needs them?
So Monday morning time to wake and go to work. Need to iron my shirt, make my lunch, get out of bed...AAAAAAaaah
The moment I sat up my head stopped but my brain kept going, then sloshed back the other way. I grabbed my stuff and wobbled my way to through my morning routine, forcing breakfast down me in the hope that it would help still the wooziness in my head. I then drove to work. I have now had at least 20 small cups of water and my lunch and ice cream (for the sugar) and I still feel woozy. I'm also skirting a headache.
Now I just hve to hope it will go away by tomorrow. or at least Wednesday, otherwise driving will be hell. At least I can look forward to
Maelstrom even if I am not looking forward to boiling in the heat.