Flu off

And I'm very happy about it.

That was nearly ten days of flu, including two false dawns last Friday and this Tuesday with (rather painful) slams back down to illness immediately afterwards. (Hint, Kids: don't go to the pub when you've had the flu for five days, and decide to sit outside where it's cold).

I got a mild taster of how Dad feels. He gets frustrated that his illness always leaves him too tired to think. For him (and me, who is turning into his carbon copy in a lot of respects, when I was ill), it's a pretty nasty thing to have to get used to. You can't hold a long train of thought... Is that what it's like to be a local radio DJ?</bitch>

Thanks to our friends at Nytol.com, I've also had two good nights' sleep, so I'm feeling pretty good. Which means I need to start back at the gym next week BIG-time — I'm starting to prefer my comfortable older jeans, and that's never a good sign!

Monday could be a rattle in London, despite the unwisdom of boozing on the last day of a bank holiday weekend, i.e., you have three nights where you can get blootered, but you choose the fourth. Well done, everybody :o)

Because I've been away from the interweb a lot in the last ten days, I've fallen way out of contact even with the people I'm normally in contact with. Jason, Ben, James, Gerry... actually, even Abi! So I need to rectify that.

Er.... what else.... No Sextour summary here yet, or the Plan B... Must do that after that paper's done (should be in six days' time, if my entirely reasonable-sounding plan works!)...

Oh yeah — went to see the Hitchhiker's Guide lastnight. I loved it. Quite British, I thought, although the Zaphod Beeblebrox was just as American as he should have been. Favourite (slightly fluffy) bit was when they made mushrooms appear. Touch of genius.

Anyway, best be off soon. Now I can park my car up again...