A feeling of deja vu

This afternoon I took the boys out to a park not too far from here. Hubby is starting to feel miserable with a flu-type thing so he decided to stay home. Matt was sick for a week with a swine flu-like illness but is now better and is on antibiotics and asthma medication just to be sure of no further complications. The doctors are not testing anymore as there's no difference to the treatment.

But back to the park. I was walking along behind Mike on his bike and noticed a man lying flat out on the grass. After checking that he seemed to be breathing I kept walking. When I told this to Hubby later he started laughing at an old joke of our pre-Q children days.

When we were first married we lived in a little unit. When I mean little, I mean little. It may have just been us two but there were also 1500 books and numerous wedding presents plus some furniture we were using whilst my sister-in-law was touring the danger spots of the world. It's true. Every time she landed in a particular country some sort of civil war seemed to break out. In our unit we almost had to take turns breathing to fit it. But I digress again.

One day Hubby told me in a very concerned voice that he'd noticed our rather elderly looking neighbour lying on the grass. Hubby could see him through the fence palings and was worried that he had taken ill. I had a look too but neither of us could see whether he was breathing or not. I'm usually someone who likes to be sure so encouraged Hubby to see if he could get into the back yard. Hubby got in no trouble but still had a problem seeing if he was breathing. He touched the 'body' and the man jumped a mile. He was very much alive. Apparently he had come outside and, enjoying the morning sun, decided he'd stretch out for a nap on the grass. Hubby was very apologetic and the man thanked us for our concern.

Now if I'd stretched out on the grass like that I'm sure some nice big meat ant would come up and have a munch. I do my sunning in a chair instead.