Last week was mostly spent in bed, as both Sash and I were having a pretty bad cold or maybe a mild flu. Sasha seems to have recovered, I'm still convalescing.
Eddie is very partial to Gregg's sausage rolls, so as a Sunday treat I sometimes take him to the local Gregg's cafe. He deems their sausage rolls to be the best (alas, mine are apparently not as good).
We go across the bridge over the Windrush river every day on the way to school and back home. I love looking at the colourful houses, but always wonder if it's too damp to live there, with the river rushing just underneath the windows.
Many buildings in our town are related to the history of blanket making. Several houses in our street belonged to the Early family which owned the famous business including many mills in town. The Captain's Mill is now a block of flats. Every time I look at it in the evening, it reminds me of the paintings by Magritte (like Empire of Light, or Light and Dark).
This year Eddie takes guitar lessons at school. My husband has bought him a guitar of the wrong size (don't ask), and the teacher has kindly offered a guitar on loan for Eddie to practice at home. Here he is, playing the Minecraft theme.
I was feeling rotten all day, and didn't take any photos on Thursday, so here is the 2nd photo from the previous day.
Sash has been hardly eating at all, and to tempt him to have something, I baked a pine nut and chocolate chip honey cake.
Still quite unwell, I spend all the day at home. In the morning my husband took Eddie to school, and after school he went to stay at his friend's place and even had dinner there, which was a big relief for me, as I could hardly lift my head off the pillow.
This is one of the orchids in our kitchen.
My Mum told me I should cook some chicken soup to help fight the cold. Yes, Mum!
I've been cooking it and reciting to myself Maurice Sendak's classic "Chicken soup with rice":
It's so nice
On the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup
Sipping chicken soup