If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a persistent misery guts, so I’m going to start this entry with something good. I awoke this morning to the delightful aroma of fresh bread. My Mum bought me a bread maker for Christmas, and this was the first opportunity I’d had to use it. I put the ingredients (pre-mixed and shop-bought, I’m afraid. I am ill, you know) before I went to bed and set the timer. The result? Lovely fresh bread for breakfast. I couldn’t be happier.

Also on a happy note, Lorna and I dragged ourselves off our sickbeds and went to pick up Zoe (the car) yesterday. It took us two trips to get the battery out and the new one in, due to a lack of the correct tools. We then had a nail-biting ride through the rush hour, hoping that we got home before the battery gave out. We made it. Zoe is now in John’s tender hands, having a new alternator fitted. It’s handy living next door to a garage sometimes.

I’m back at work today, powered by the might of Lemsip and I might just make it through to the meeting I have this afternoon. Hurrah!