Poorly Linda.

I had today all planed.
I knew for certain just how every thing would go.

Then, at lunch-time, Linda came home from work with a stomach bug.
I filled a hot-water bottle for her, removed her boots and propped her on the sofa:

Notice Big Fish wondering what food woman is doing home early.

The situation returned to normal and I returned to my well planned purposes.

The phone rang.

"Can you bob round old chap?"

"Babs is on the blink, I need a packet of Fisherman's Friends and could you set the telly-box up in Bab's bedroom for the duration of the blink?"

There's a 'bug' going round for sure.

So, in the absence of anything else interesting for me to blog, here's a picture of a bunny rabbit under a tree: