I can't eat that, sorry

After my body had successfully resisted all the attacks on its immune system during the last few months it has finally given in. The sore throat since 2 days was the first warning sign of what there was to come. Today I feel utterly rubbish and don't want to move at all. This is how men must feel with every cold.  It is obvious that my body just does not have any reserves left. Like a willow in the wind it gives in completely and makes me feel like this. No craft and gift fair today. No biscuit baking in the kitchen. I hope I will feel a bit better in the afternoon.  I hate to be ill and I am not used to being so wiped out. 

Every once in a while we like to take the kids to one of those indoor play areas, where they jump and and run and play as much as they want to. Kids need to be kids and those indoor play halls give them a somewhat safe environment to go mental for 1 or 2 hours. What I keep forgetting, when I plan the next trip is, that they barely play by themselves and you never get to drink your coffee. Earlier or later you will be forced into the maze, inflatable castle or down a quite scary looking slide. It just makes more fun together.  Since the surgery it got a bit more challenging. Apart from that it's exhausting to go through those jungle or space themed adventure climbing frames even when you are a normal healthy adult, my energy levels are just not the same and 30 minutes is all I can do at the moment. Jumping is also not a good idea. This morning I purposely didn't eat anything because I thought I wouldn't have so much reflux but it was still horrendous after the fi...