I am wondering what the flu injections I had before leaving were for. A day lost in bed with the “Portuguese Flu” means I have little to blog about today. Feel terrible that I couldn’t stay upright to take Gail for a Mother’s Day lunch or dinner.
Gail got out for a couple of hours to look through the shopping streets, but found Sunday to be a quiet retail day. She refused to wait in line with Robert to see the book store that inspired JK Rowling. In the end he spent a couple of hours there, before dropping into a Sunday service at one of the many churches.
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