Oh thank God. I thought I was going to be wallowing around in that belly-aching misery forever. Must have slept on the right side of the bed with a fair wind and a sprinkling of fairy dust, or, more likely, got too bored with my boring self, because this morning? Too busy not caring to worry. If I spend the rest of my life looking like a prematurely aged hungover panda with the arthritic flu, there are worse things. And probably will be.
We bought Warren a connector thing for his iPhone and a non-holey jersey for Father's Day. He has lots of jerseys but just one non-holey one. Now two. He bought us ice cream and drove us to the beach. Cold! And sunny. And good fun. Earlier in the day he and Nathan fixed some more bendy floor boards under the house and Iona made a pyramid out of scraps and I have no idea what Eilidh did but she was helping somebody to do something.
Tomorrow I start a week of cleaning. So excited.