Yesterday DH drove around the island while I slept, fitfully, in the passenger seat. I did manage a 30 minute hike with him first thing in the morning but it wiped me out for the rest of the day.
I was feeling much better today which just proves my theory that it was food poisoning from either lunch at the White Spot or, more likely, that awful dinner at April Point. It's a fancy, shmancy resort and we had reservations for dinner but when we arrived we were told we had a choice of tables; one inside next to the excruciatingly loud Jazz band (I hate Jazz) or outside on the cold damp deck. We chose the deck so we could at least have a conversation without shouting at each other. So, back to today. We took another ferry to Cortes Island and toured around checking out the sights. One of the sights I wanted to see was the Craft Store at Squirrel Cove. We were on a bit of a tight schedule as we wanted to get the last ferry (5:50pm) back to Quadra Island so rather than wandering around looking for it I popped into restaurant to ask directions. On my fourth step inside the door the floor disappeared and I fell down the two steps to the seating area. I ended up sitting on the floor on a tender backside with a skinned elbow. Three employees rushed over to see if I was OK and one of them says, "That's always happening. We should paint the steps a bright yellow." Another one said, That wouldn't work because no one looks down. They are either looking straight ahead or to the right." I doubt they'll do anything until they get sued.
Gotta go before I get locked in the computer room.