For the whole week I've been waking up in the middle of the night feeling as if I had a really nasty coldyflueything, but every day I'd feel fine again when I got up so I'd shrug and go to work anyway.

Today the lurg has finally come out of hiding and I still felt awful when I got up, so I'm at home trying to take care of myself. Infuriatingly, Black Star say they've shipped season 3 of the Babylon 5 DVDs to me today, so if only I'd waited to be ill until tomorrow then it wouldn't have been nearly so unpleasant to be stuck at home.

Yesterday evening was somewhat chaotic; I'd invited Prue round for the evening the previous week, before looking at a calendar and realising it was actually the 5th. So I suggested we should either reschedule or go to the fireworks from mine (which is terribly convenient anyway). So far no real problem – until she dropped the bombshell that she needed to meet her new housemate in the Zebra half an hour before the fireworks. This led to a very rushed dinner and a complete round trip of Midsummer Common through the heaving crowds, but we got there in the end and still didn't miss the fireworks. (Good job too; from previous experience I stay cross for weeks if I miss them, and when it would have been mostly my own fault that'd have been no fun at all.)