Bluaarp

Woke with a ferocious headache, got up and vomitted 3 times. Spook had left for work, so I phoned Mary, and the children sent me back to bed. Some evil Kiwi bug that I'm not resistent to. By the time Spook came home to clean up for his meeting at 10.30am I was at least not nauseous, and was able to register the stricken look on his face. It was three hours of the clock ticking before he was back. I wasn't sure what was happening, but was beginning to wonder if they were booking us on to the first boat out of town. He came home after 1.30pm looking 10 years younger, still in a job and had conducted himself well - again, the ten years experience of poo stood him in good stead, despite zero experience of presenting in the Council Chambers!
Headache eased by early afternoon and I will be well enough to face appartment no 5 tomorrow.
The cleaning does get in the way of the social life. Tennis on hold, and See-amm's mum waiting for me to have a day off so we can go up Mount Roy. And my tomato plants come home tomorrow, having been carefully nurtured by Pat and Kieth who are waiting to get hold of me so that they can coach me on how to keep them alive, and hopefully yield some produce to go with my lettuce.
Hair cut time tomorrow for me, so that tells me we've been here a while now. Sometimes it feels very normal to be here and sometimes there is an over-whelming sense of being too far from home. I remember the excitement, very clearly, living in Inveroy as a tree planter. Work was really hard during the week, and at the weekend I'd suddenly get so excited to think that I actually LIVED in this place. I've never had that feeling here, and I don't expect to. This is the adventure, but Lochaber is the life.