We are sick, we are sick, we are sick, sick, sick

Hello dears.

Just emerging from one of the nastiest bouts of illness I can remember. 'Twas not nice at all, my friends - not the least little bit! Normally I feel weirdly guilty or awkward talking about being sick - coz nobody else ever does, and it feels like complaining, but well! There were points during the weekend when I thought I must have contracted swine flu or avian flu or one of those things that 'healthy young people' suddenly die from. An overreaction, naturally. I'm not dead. And I'm almost back on form again now, so it doesn't matter anyway :-) Tell you what, though, being sick is so boring! Apart from the pain and the aches and the being unable to eat or sleep or move, it's boring! It's rather embarrassing to mention, but when I'm really sick and can't read or watch anything, I like to lie still and imagine visits from all the people I would like to see. Of course, most of the time, (apart from friends and family!) these people are completely fictional. I have Jeeves bring me in cups of tea and read me stories (in Stephen Fry's voice, naturally); then Aragorn comes in and gives me medicinal herbal stuff because 'the hands of a king are the hands of a healer' and then Jim or Wally comes and sits on the end of my bed and talks to me and... eventually I fall asleep. I know, I know, I AM PATHETIC! But sick people are allowed to be pathetic.