The graveyard is full of people who were indespensible

Tiree on the beach

Tiree in Scourie

I struggled through an hour of exercise early this morning.  I’d been feeling rough before I started  but normally I’d feel better after the endorphins kicked in. Not today. By the time I came to leave the house to slither through the cold grey London slush, I was sweating and apparently a strange colour. I’ve always been completely useless at listening to my body but in this case I couldn’t ignore it. My legs buckled, head swooned and I broke into a cold sweat. I got two steps out the house and turned back. The rest of the day was then spent slipping in and out of lemsip haze to fidget on my blackberry and attempt to deal with the seemingly office unavoidable.  There was so much happening at work that needed an immediate answer that it was impossible  to escape it, but I was reminded of the saying my Dad often uses, ‘The graveyard is full of people who were indispensible’. Anyway the calls have stopped and the fever has broken so to celebrate I thought I’d put up two pictures of my carefree grandkids I took this summer. They have yet to feel the guilt of a day off work.

Drew in Cadiz

Drew in Cadiz

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