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I had lots of plans of getting organised for going back to work after the weekend's camping festivities but my immune system had other ideas...I woke up feeling like death. I have the cold to end all colds.

I've drifted in and out of sleep all day so it's been left to poor Marcus to look after Logan whilst trying to tidy up and to make dinner. I think in the whole time i've known Marcus he's cooked about 4 times, he muddled his way through and produced a cracking wee plate of food tonight, the char grilled asparagus with lemon and garlic juice was the highlight. I did manage a shuffle to the front door to take this and that's about as far as i've got.

I'm off to bury myself in my duvet with a Nick Hornby book.

G'night,
Jules