I can't believe the sort of day I've had today, if I throw a deep vein thrombosis the fault will be entirely mine.
Nor can I complain about it being dull and dismal down here because the West Country has just had an unbroken run of bright sunny days when it's almost been, well, hot. Enough to make silly people cast off their thermal vests, but not me of course.
Today however dawned freezing, overcast and grey because it's my day off, so no big rush to step out of bed and so I didn't.
Breakfast arrived, read quite a bit more of Jungfrau by Dymphna Cusack. This is one big startling 1930's read by an Australian woman writer and I will have plenty to say about it when finished. If I was looking for true to reality 1930's fiction and then this is one.
The post arrived and with it some nice book parcels.
I opened one book, Ice Land by Betsy Tobin published by Short Books, except it's quite long and suddenly I was reading exactly the right book for the day. Set in 1000 AD, "infused with the rich history and mythology of Iceland".
Still in bed but in Iceland, coffee arrived and then, needing a rest from ancient Norse adventure, I opened the other book from Short Books, Benny & Shrimp by Katarina Mazetti. Set in the here and now, this has been a best-seller in Sweden and after thirty pages I can see exactly why.
Finally the thing that got me out of bed was a very strange multiple and ongoing pattering noise in the lane underneath the bedroom window. There's always a chance this is an unsolicited break-out or a controlled one but someone's forgotten to shut the gates and the multiple pattering veers into the garden.The lane was chock solid with sheep on the move, the gates were shut and there were shepherd-like people fore and aft, so no worries.
Now it's 5pm, the quietest of country days here, perhaps three cars have gone past all day and two of those were ours. I just made it out of bed in time for lunch and then managed to stagger to the sofa, woodburner humming away nicely and set off for Iceland again, and that's where I've spent the afternoon inbetween some therapeutic dozing.
Now I might nip back to Sweden.
Sometimes you just need a day like this.