Oh, I have been poorly! Sore throat and aching body, oh dear! Fifteen hours in bed is pretty good for you (well, for me at any rate). Last weekend I was in Paris for the ballet, the weekend before I was in Abertillery for the blues festival, and the weekend before that I was in the Lake District for a hot-air balloon flight. This weekend I shall stay at home. Then I shall be away for three weeks with work. Then it will be autumn again. Did it ever go away? Perma-autumn. I should spend some time poring over pictures of sunlight just to remind myself that it exists. Out there, the sky is leaden, the rain is pouring down as it has been all day and all of last night. Mrs. Brown you have two lovely daughters. Sweet Georgia. Haa! What's the next treat going to be? Maybe it's the Colne festival. Could be that.

I want to go to bed but I'm waiting for a phone call.

One of my bestest friends in the universe is upset, and she's miles away so I can't give her a hug (not that she'd want my lurgies, you understand).

Oh, dammit, I'll try to ring her.