We got back to New Liskeard last night around 8:30pm. We didn’t drive back on Tuesday, as planned, because my fever was too high and I’m the only one who can drive on the 400 series highways. I’m still not well yet, but the fever’s gone at least. I ache everywhere from violent coughing, though. I’ve also had no appetite for days, so I’ve had to force myself to eat.
Sorry to those I hoped to visit on the way back from London, but I’d rather not subject anyone to this nasty illness I’ve acquired. I am also not very good company right now.
The trip to London on Monday was great fun. The car I was driving doesn’t have snow tires, and it started to dump wet snow all over us. Nothing like the feeling that you’re not in control of your vehicle at all. I put on my four ways and drove extremely slow til the first exit we could get off at. All the cars behind me also put on their four-ways, which was quite amusing… I started a trend!
Now I’m going to just not move for a while. I feel cruddy.