Bugged

D'oh. I ask you, who gets a stomach bug at the weekend?

I was wiped out yesterday, so went to bed when I got home. When I woke up, I found the glass of water I'd put by the bed was full of flowers from the garden. What's more, Matt and Andy had also taken the trouble to write "get well" messages for me - entirely unprompted.

As you might imagine, I was very touched. Today, of course, they're running around calling each other "poophead" and aiming kicks at one another.