Just when we think we're getting better

I'm back at the desk exhausted. That short lived drop of sunshine over lunch is to blame. Both of us recovering from the really nasty Chagford virus that is still in the village, me with complications of bronchitis and now sinusitis, we finished lunch off and thought that a stroll down the lane to Sandy Park would be 'good for us'.
Twenty minutes later 2 elderly walkers could be seen clinging to life and each other as they bravely fought to open the gate back into the garden, having stopped repeatedly on the way home to recover breath and colour.
Upon reaching home I went straight away for a lie down in the sitting room and slept for half an hour, and Rob rang a neighbour to ask if his gardener might kindly come round to mow our lawn for us, because he didn't think he had the strength to even get the mower out of the shed. Now if anyone knows my Robert, they know that he would rather eat his own arm than ask anyone for help.
So you should know just how lowering the Chagford Lurghi can make you.