Poorly

I'm not well. I'm hoping the Armagnac will substitute for whisky in a hot toddy because I CANNOT be ill this week.

Slow day therefore with a highlight of Skyping Olivia. 8 sleeps and she will be here.

Other than that, lay on the couch, wrote cards, wrapped stocking presents, as always too many.

An early night beckons. I feel rubbish.