Wading Through Treacle

I've been back almost a week,

and I've had a cold

most of that time.

Which is really strange for me

as I haven't had a cold in years.

I haven't been outside the house for almost a week,

in an effort to stay out of the wet blustery weather we've been having.

Poor Mike has been walking the hounds on his own.

I think I got it from travelling on

planes, buses and trains,

while I was away.

Hopefully it will be gone soon,

but today,

I've felt as though I'm wading through treacle.

Being full of cold,

I haven't felt like taking any photos.

So here are the last few from my UK visit.

The day before I left to come back to Germany,

I met my daughter in Newcastle

and we went down to the quayside.

Unfortunately,

in an effort to be a bit smarter,

I wore my boots instead of my usual trainers.

By the time we got down to the river

I was footsore.

It wasn't so much like wading through treacle,

more like stepping on marbles.

But we continued over the bridge to The Baltic.

Where we visited the Turner Prize exhibition.

Although I enjoyed the visit,

I can't say I understand modern art.

But it was nice to spend more time with my daughter.

I wrote this yesterday

but didn't get round to posting it-

blame it on the cold.

We had snow overnight.