WHAT??

Possible diagnosis of endless respiratory woes for about 6 weeks: chlamydial pneumonia. An 'atypical pneumonia'. I'll say. I have no idea what this really is; the only important thing is that IF it was that, I now have antibodies and so can't get it again. This applies to another few weirdo atypicals that were on the list of suspects. Cor.

Can't be proved definitively cos the timing of blood tests was somehow important and we missed the crucial dates. However my clever doc gave me the right antibiotic in case of something like this, so TA-DA I am finally, finally starting to feel better. I'm still on the 'one day up; one day down (resting)' routine, but my 'up' days are beginning to include such exotic moments of returning normality as doing the washing, dusting a few things, making scones for my Good Wimmin's visit; finishing TWO (simple) scarves; and considering some weeding.

That idea didn't make it past the back door, that air is too cold for my pore old face. But the thought was there.

AND, great great relief, I am beginning to recover my sense of smell. Today three nice things wafted past me: Gucci Flora; the scent of some quinces in a bowl; and the aroma of the scones as they came out of the oven.

Improvement!

... testing ...

... it's been a difficult time lately.

Just dropping in to add a new item to my 'Have to read' list and see if anyone's been leaving comments. No. But that's ok, not much to comment on.

Most days brought to you by the hope that someone else can enjoy Gucci, Gucci Flora, or the lovely Jo Malone Dark Amber and Ginger Lily. And the fun I had making an almost-Sacher Torte for book group. I piked on the recipe which started "take 9 egg yolks" and just made a rich choclit cake and then added the Sacher details: apricot jam and booze glaze inside the cake; chocolate glaze on the outside. I was going to spell "SACHER" with silver jubes on top but couldn't find them.

Hope you all out there are all still out there.