16-22°C, warm but dull overcast.
It follows the same pattern, being ill I mean. Yesterday was the worst, ending with going to bed in a fever, shivering under thick bedding. It always feels like such a waste, so many things I could be doing now, most notably, I have scrapped the idea of climbing a Welsh mountain.
Note: the fine "Dockleaf Bug", who watched as I cleaned the car this afternoon.
Spirit of Turpentine 