It’s been a sickly day at home for both me and Miss 9, with Everests of snotty tissues and Lempsips galore. For her, it’s her second day at home, but my lurgy kicked off late last evening with a wicked sore throat and swooped on me overnight, supplying me with some interesting, fever-induced dreams – one of which involved me telling my old boss (the one I worked for in that job) what I really thought of her. There were choice, cut-to-the bone insults and some long overdue home truths (from me) and finally (on her part) there were extensive tears and slammed doors as I flounced from the office with a huge smile on my face.

Oh, the satisfaction!

The other one that I can clearly recall involved me paddling a canoe to a deserted island to escape hordes of aliens in purple spaceships, but that’s another story, slightly less satisfying…