Sunday, like the curate's egg

As mentioned earlier we had a nice surprise to find that we could see Kim Clijsters, according to the BBC "long recognised as the nicest person in the game", play a brilliant match and finally win her first Grand Slam. This was a wonderful and unexpected start to the day.

And on to hard labour, working on preparation of my chilli/curry. This has vast quantities of red kidney beans but also other beans and vegetables, and the addition of vindaloo curry powder as well as the chilli and Tabasco makes me rename it. Usually cooking this, the bending over the frying pan for the mince, steak, garlic and onions and the stirring leads to the stomach giving pain, particularly since standing in one place similarly leads to pain, today however I remained pain free, what a pleasure that is. So after filling our biggest pot for the long simmer and filling two slow cookers for the even longer cooking and knowing that we had a month or more of feed for me we could turn to other pleasures.

Walking still became a no-no. Alistair decided to erupt into shivers and sweats and, once his temperature rose above 40, a trip to the doctor seemed indicated. We were told that these things brought a few things to mind: SARS, Dengue and influenza. We were pleased that it turns out to be only the 'flu. Alistair was less happy to find that beside all the other drugs he also had to have an injection, fired into his butt, much against his desires! And a sick note for two days off school, unfortunately now he is in the senior school he realises that time off only means working harder to catch up on return.

And so the F1 had me alone watching it without the son watching with me. A pity since the race was of great interest throughout, and exciting right the the end (although I really didn't think Button would be able to get 2nd, but at least he was back on the podium).