Please go to bed

This is Whisky trying to herd both Fred and I to bed so he can claim the flat for himself and do whatever cats do in the dark. We were sitting on the sofa and he was pacing up and down the top of the sofa, buffing our heads each time he passed us.

My lurgy decided to throw knives inside my head so I stayed at home to sleep and feel sorry for myself. Headaches are almost as bad as a constantly running nose. Grrrr. At least it's not THE lurgy. I know one person who has had swine flu and poor thing was very ill indeed, with a temperature for two weeks. So, I haven't got it bad, thank goodness. I think I'll be back to work tomorrow.