Very fed up with having radish nose, dragon breath and hair like the child catcher, so decided to haul myself out of my sick bed today. Went shopping with Hubby who says he's 'fed up with looking like a tramp'. Now he looks like a tramp with a Ralph Lauren top and brand new underpants, thanks to the wonder of TK Maxx. Then we went to Ashby de la Zouch, which sounds like an obscure character from a gothic novel ('Countess Ashby de la Zouch always wore purple silk taffetta and spoke in rhyming couplets' or something) but is in fact a small midlands market town. We had supper with a lovely family, made doubly lovely by the fact that we had chocolate brownies with ice cream and chocolate sauce for pudding. Right, I need to go and lie down again now. Cheerio xxx