Having been at Green Mount for a couple of days, I returned to find that the forsythia brought in on New year’s Day has burst into blossom.
I wasn’t actually feeling up to going over there, but Jane was away and while Mium managed the first night on her own, two nights was thought to be too much. I was pretty much dizzy and breathless after I arrived, but after sleeping for a couple of hours managed the rest of Sunday OK. Monday was OK while I was there, but by the time I arrive home I was completely done for. The thing about post-covid is that after rather few hours of feeling fine and doing things, I abruptly crash completely with little warning, so I’m very reluctant to push my limits in any way.
