Dead Lions

So yesterday whilst lying as still as possible on the floor letting a group of children on a sugar high stuff ice cubes down my back I came to several realizations. Firstly, this was perhaps the strangest thing I'd participated in on a Sunday for quite some time and also I didn't remember Dead Lions being this extreme.

It was slightly ironic after the week I've had that I would be excelling at Dead Lions by the end of it. (For those of you who don't know Dead Lions is a children's game where everybody has to lie really still whilst somebody distracts you. If you move you are out.) I have spent my week festering, first in bed and then on my sofabed surrounded by tissues and drugs with an extreme cold that wouldn't let me sleep but left me incapable of anything else. Needless to say a very frustrating week.

I am feeling a lot better now though, the cold is still there but manageable, and so found my way out of my house on Friday. I ventured to the beach, to Wells-next-to-Sea to be precise, I wrapped up like an eskimo (most unlike me), grabbed my camera and headed out into the cold. I was so fed up of the same four walls and my own company. I had a great time. It was freezing and I couldn't stay out long but I really needed it.

During the week I had an Epiphany. I realised just how much time I wasted on Facebook and how little I cared about the majority of things that go on there. Whilst I had the urge, before I backed out and stayed shackled to a website I hadn't wanted to join anyway, I deactivated my account. I have to say it feels great. definitely the right decision.

The weekend brought my Sister-in-Law's birthday which consisted of a birthday tea surrounded by children and party games. I won Dead Lions and ate a piece of Dora the Explorer birthday cake before heading home to my cat and the blissful silence.