Firstly, apologies for my lack of blog posts.
What I thought was flu got shared around the house and then turned into bronchitis for me. And I followed that up with what can only be described as a comedy accident; I was so sound asleep that I rolled over and fell out of bed, managing to cut, bruise and generally mangle my left hand side on my bedside cupboard and a pile of books. As I took the very fluffy duvet with me, I was also so trussed up like the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland that it took me a few minutes of howling (with laughter rather than pain) to manage to disentangle myself from my fluffy prison, while OH stood by in shock (and minus a duvet) asking how best he could help. Two weeks later, I'm still showing bruises and other wounds in glorious technicolour.
Lesson of the day: reading in bed can be bad for your health.
Anyway, I've got lots to talk about. On with the posting.