Today I finally felt well enough to leave the house again, probably thanks to the super strong painkillers recommended by the out-of-hours GP service that I contacted last night in frustration at my continuing sorry state. This meant that I was able to meet up with some friends as planned, & we enjoyed a picnic in the park with lashings of ginger beer and cheese and rhubarb cake (to name just some of my personal highlights!). We lay in the sunshine, talking & laughing, before heading back to theirs for more of the same with endless pots of tea. And as I climb into bed, with rosy cheeks & the lovely kind of tiredness that comes from fresh air, I feel warm from the fond memories that I will treasure from the afternoon. I’ve realised that if I had the chance to trade the afternoon for a whole week of days out that I’ve missed through being ill, I wouldn’t take it. I’ll stick with what I’ve had, keeping hold of it like a little piece of treasure.