So, yes. I stayed off work for both Thursday and Friday, and didn't really start to feel properly better until some time on Saturday. This was probably not helped by me breaking my computer on Friday evening and staying up until 1:30 trying to fix it again. (This serves me right for thinking I'd found something useful but utterly undemanding which I could do even while ill…)

Saturday was a bit hectic; Mum dropped in to say hi in the morning, and then Dad took me and Sophie to the pub for lunch, and then fanf had a barbecue in the afternoon, and just when the barbecue was gradually turning into a party I bailed out to go to Chris and Yasmin's house-cooling pancake do. This turned out to be a move of questionable sanity, since about a third of the lovely people at Chris and Yasmin's had already gone by the time I got there, another third were on the way out, and that left two or three remaining. Next time I should turn up on time, perhaps… Still, what was left was still enjoyable, so that was all right.

Last night I slept better than I have in days; I suspect this is because I finally twigged that it had got quite chilly at nights and switched to my winter quilt. Of course it's typical that when I finally get a good night's sleep I have to cut it short to get up for work :-/