We’ve both been sick this week. It started on Monday with one of us, and by the time that one had recovered, the illness had been passed on to the other.
And this flu that’s going around is not one to take lightly. It manifested as a stomach bug, accompanied by an actual fever, meaning that we were both pretty sick for a couple of days. And what we mean by sick is literally unable to get out of bed. So we just slept it off, and when the fever had started going down by day 2, we realized that the worse was over.
What’s interesting is that our illness followed the same exact pattern. We both had a 100.4 temperature at its highest and in both of us it went down by the end of the first day, but the headache and upset stomach ensued throughout the second day.
So we spent a pretty quiet Friday evening recovering, watching tv and snuggling under the blankets. Because it’s been pretty cold these past days. But Saturday dawned bright and blue, one of those days that really make you want to be out and about. After a week cooped up at home, we decided that a long walk was the way to go. We didn’t have a destination, but just started walking along the south bank of the Thames while we decided where to go.
Our first thought was to go to Battersea Park, one of the areas we still haven’t explored. But as we walked there, past Lambeth Bridge, we decided to change destination and inject some culture into our day with a visit to Tate Britain. We crossed the river and headed to the museum.
The thing about museums is that irrespective of how interesting they are, after a while they become a little too much to take in. We believe in small doses and especially since it was so beautiful out, we wanted to continue on our walk, destination unknown.
We found ourselves zigzagging along the streets and headed towards Sloane Square. Every Saturday there’s a Farmers’ Market at the Duke of York Square so we stopped there for a sandwich before continuing on our walk. But after another 30 minutes or so, we needed a pit stop, so we headed towards The Star Tavern in Belgravia. We’d been just before Christmas, and sat by the roaring fire, and it was great fun. This time we managed to get two seats at the bar, which, we later found out, are usually reserved for regulars. But they were nice enough and let us sit keep them. Which meant we needed to get another round.
When we left The Star, we had a decision to make. Should we jump on the tube or just walk home. Well, we decided on the latter. Because even though it had gotten dark by then, it was still a lovely evening, clear although chilly. And we need the exercise anyway!