Sorry, everyone I've not blogged as been rather poorly with an orrible illness
that used to be very good at reducing the size of Victorian families.
Some kind of lung thing where you feel as if you've been stabbed every
time you take a breathe - and so drift around in a toxic miasma of
painkillers and antibiotics.Thank heavens for antibiotics.
Or Alexander Fleming (Phlegming) actually, but I expect
he was divinely inspired.
You could have partied at my blog - but the ambience might have been
that of old tissues, daytime TV....and me upstairs- mad aunt rats-taily
and wheezing about noise levels.
The point is that one day you can be running the London Marathon
and the next day feeling to weak to pop a Nurofen out of it's plastic
Another of life's little reminders to get on with it while you can.
And thanks everyone who rounded up, fetched and fed small
people. What would I have done without you!