After a few days of headaches, a stiff neck and sore throat my nose joined the party and forced me to admit I’m sick. So I’m home, mostly in bed, snoozing, reading and drinking Lemsip out of my favourite cup. Isn’t the cup lovely? It’s a commemorative cup given to me when I was in England the year Charles and Di were married. I was ten and it’s followed me loyally from that childhood simplicity of loving a royal, romantic televised wedding through separation, divorce, and new attempts at love. I’m not planning on early death in a car crash, though, far from it, in fact, tomorrow I plan on being better again.