I'm writing from bed. Again. I'm still unwell. I don't want to harp on about it, so I won't, but I must say I really miss being able to write. I've had bit os the story of Daughters of Britain constantly floating through my head... and since I was so unwell yesterday, it was a bit of a triply experience. I can't wait to get back at it.
For now, however, I'm going to drink the coffee the Amazing Flatmate so kindly made for me because I had wanted to go to work today, and I'm going to take another Advil and try to sleep some more. I am getting my energy back, so I think I'm over the worst and will be back to work tomorrow.
And then everything should be good again.
Right, I'm off now. Time for another nap. Because I haven't been sleeping enough in the last four days. Sigh. Here's a pretty picture: