The worst day

This was easily the lowest point of what has otherwise been a fabulous year.

Today I was supposed to be taking m’boy to Old Trafford to watch Manchester United Women take on Aston Villa. We were going to do breakfast with my boss (who sorted the tickets) and his girls, have a walk about and generally soak up the atmosphere.

Instead, it was my pyjamas soaking up sweat as I was hit with full-on flu and was absolutely wiped out, unable to take him. In tears, I phoned his mum (who was very understanding) and promised that I would make it up to him.

Collapsed into bed and wouldn’t resurface for a few days.