I think this must have been said by THIS John Dobbin - "Just the casual observer of things around me with a focus on Winnipeg"...
...rather than THIS John Dobbin - "baptised 21st March 1815 St Cuthbert's, Darlington - an English landscape painter."
Just a hunch.
(He painted lovely pictures even if his wit left something to be desired.)
Anyway, yesterday I was good in bed.
Yet again, I've come down with a chesty cold thing. A running friend (a friend who runs!) suggests that because I've been training so hard for the marathon, WHICH IS ON SUNDAY, I've compromised my immune system so I catch anything that's going.
It hardly seems fair, does it?
After I'd tended to Alfie and Poppy's every need (in the rain) yesterday morning, I went back to bed. I slept. I woke feeling a lot better and not even the slightest bit guilty.
The world didn't pass me by. It just waited for me to catch up.