All was well, we ate eggs and drank tea, she dressed in cold weather gear and went to collect things from our Lebanese friends that she was taking to her shop.
But as she walked up the street, she thought 'I don't feel great, in fact, I feel rather sick'.
She got to their house, Raja let her in and offered her a coffee, she drank it black but whilst they were talking, she knew, without a doubt that she was going to be sick!
Poor Raja, she excused herself and ran upstairs to the loo and proceeded to be sick several times but with nothing solid just horrid tasting bile.
She washed her mouth out, put some loo cleaner into the bowl to 'freshen' the air and went downstairs, only for it to happen again five minutes later.
"Ok, that's it, I'm not going anywhere but home to bed and hot fluids, sorry Raja, I'll take the stuff next week" and she and WW came home.
She filled Debbie's Christmas gift, a long hot water bottle covered in fleece, very cosy it is too!
She put sliced fresh ginger root, a spoonful of honey, a few drops of cinnamon bark, oregano and rosemary essential oils into a thermos and filled it with hot water.
Fever makes you hot, what did she have for she was ice-cold ? So after taking off her trousers but still wearing a thermal vest, a sleeveless sweater, a long sleeved sweater, an old cashmere cardigan and thick cotton tights she got into bed but felt chilled to the bone.
Well, she wasn't up to much, that's for sure! No high jinks were played, she sat in bed and watched television, ate nothing but drank the hot liquids but made sure that I had LapySang, almonds and walnuts to snack on.
However, being in bed meant that she got to see a wonderful programme on BBC4 about Lady Ada Lovelace.
She was Lord Bryon's only legitimate child by his marriage to Anne Isabella Milbanke. He separated from his wife a month after his daughter was born, leaving England four months later and she never saw him again.
He never returned to England, when he died of a fever on the 19th of April, 1824 in Greece, his body was embalmed and brought back to England.
She had a mother who was determined to quash any form of literary creativity from her daughter and who encouraged both her mathematician and scientific leanings.
Upon her request, she's buried next to her father at the Church of St.Mary Magdalene near to Lord Bryon's ancestral home at Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire.
Please go and look at the research on her, for it is fascinating, she was the very first computer programmer and wrote software.. back in 1843!
And nearly 100 years later during WW2, her programme and software were developed by Alan Turing at Bletchley Park. She's been honoured by the Americans and the British who have both named systems after her. Amazing stuff.
Now, we have to get her better for I find it a trifle 'inhibiting' having her at home all day.
What to do.. have you got any bright ideas?
GeeGee Parrot.
February 9th, 2018.
But as she walked up the street, she thought 'I don't feel great, in fact, I feel rather sick'.
She got to their house, Raja let her in and offered her a coffee, she drank it black but whilst they were talking, she knew, without a doubt that she was going to be sick!
Poor Raja, she excused herself and ran upstairs to the loo and proceeded to be sick several times but with nothing solid just horrid tasting bile.
She washed her mouth out, put some loo cleaner into the bowl to 'freshen' the air and went downstairs, only for it to happen again five minutes later.
"Ok, that's it, I'm not going anywhere but home to bed and hot fluids, sorry Raja, I'll take the stuff next week" and she and WW came home.
She filled Debbie's Christmas gift, a long hot water bottle covered in fleece, very cosy it is too!
She put sliced fresh ginger root, a spoonful of honey, a few drops of cinnamon bark, oregano and rosemary essential oils into a thermos and filled it with hot water.
Fever makes you hot, what did she have for she was ice-cold ? So after taking off her trousers but still wearing a thermal vest, a sleeveless sweater, a long sleeved sweater, an old cashmere cardigan and thick cotton tights she got into bed but felt chilled to the bone.
Well, she wasn't up to much, that's for sure! No high jinks were played, she sat in bed and watched television, ate nothing but drank the hot liquids but made sure that I had LapySang, almonds and walnuts to snack on.
However, being in bed meant that she got to see a wonderful programme on BBC4 about Lady Ada Lovelace.
She was Lord Bryon's only legitimate child by his marriage to Anne Isabella Milbanke. He separated from his wife a month after his daughter was born, leaving England four months later and she never saw him again.
He never returned to England, when he died of a fever on the 19th of April, 1824 in Greece, his body was embalmed and brought back to England.
She had a mother who was determined to quash any form of literary creativity from her daughter and who encouraged both her mathematician and scientific leanings.
Upon her request, she's buried next to her father at the Church of St.Mary Magdalene near to Lord Bryon's ancestral home at Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire.
Please go and look at the research on her, for it is fascinating, she was the very first computer programmer and wrote software.. back in 1843!
And nearly 100 years later during WW2, her programme and software were developed by Alan Turing at Bletchley Park. She's been honoured by the Americans and the British who have both named systems after her. Amazing stuff.
Now, we have to get her better for I find it a trifle 'inhibiting' having her at home all day.
What to do.. have you got any bright ideas?
GeeGee Parrot.
February 9th, 2018.
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