STILL got the lurgy. Margaret reckons I’ve got the flu….

I manage some breakfast and try and sit outside, but I’m restless, achy and can’t get comfy. Think the best thing is to go back to bed, not that I can get comfortable there either.

The fact that it’s another beautiful day outside just pisses me off ≠ and there’s a load of work needing done.

I get up a few times, feel crap and go back to bed…sometime after 7pm I drag myself up again and make a green curry, but by the time it;s ready I don;t feel much like eating it…Margaret and Mikey do the honours and I go back to bed with a Lemsip.