I was born on a Thursday.
The children's rhyme says it all (as featured in the Quiller Memorandum) - Thursday's child has vertigo.
I have had my grandchildren with us today; the last Saturday before they leave for Seattle. Everything is settled at this end. The house is let for the year, the car is sold, the check has arrived, schools are fixed, a house is rented, they are ready to go.
Today we took the girls to an Alice in Wonderland theme park. First we took them on a swing boat ride. It gave me such an attack of vertigo that my head was spinning for the rest of the afternoon. That's me done for roller-coasters.