TODAY’S plan: 7am – paddleboarding / morning – in-person guitar lessons / afternoon – re-formatting Wanted (Dead or Alive) video for socials and reels / evening – my pal Martyn’s coming for pizza, beer and a long-overdue catch up.

Reality – I wake at 6.30am feeling a bit weird. Think I’ve got a temperature and fall back to sleep. At 8am I run to the toilet. Skits. Feeling even worse but think I can maybe pull off my guitar lessons until Margaret points out my students won’t thank me for the lurgy. She calls round and re-schedules all the lessons for next week. Just as all ‘cos a few minutes later I’m puking my guts up and feeling terrible.

I’m hoping that I’ll feel better in an hour or two. Nope. Best call of tonight too 🙁

I sleep, sweat, doze, toss, turn until mid-evening when I feel mild better, Better enough to eb hungry! Margaret makes me an omelette and I try to sit up but I;m aching so much I need to go back to bed….