I am distinctly unimpressed by the tenacity of whatever little bug I have picked up and is refusing to just leave me in peace. I've had to cancel my own hen night because I am wheezing and coughing like a consumptive Bronte, and look about as attractive. Grrr.
Still, better sick today than sick in exactly one month's time. Hopefully it won't be raining then, either.
P bought me my wedding ring at the weekend and I am very excited and keep sneaking it out of its box to try it on again. It's very sparkly and very pretty, and not at all what I thought I would get when we went shopping. But it called to me. The precious.
CRON is so-so. I ate too little on Monday, too much (for my taste) on Tuesday, was unable to measure dinner last night because it was with the next door neighbours, and just now failed to fight off an attack by a left-over portion of cold rhubarb crumble that's in the fridge waiting to be passed back to its maker. Not like me at all to do that. Usually I have an iron will with sweets. I didn't touch it last night so why it should suddenly be appealing cold and gloopy I do not know. Still, I guess it's fruit, right?