What an awful week. Flew back to UK on Saturday to take the kids out of boarding school, son complained of sore throat that night, had full blown flu on Sunday, and had passed it on to me by Monday. Daughter managed to avoid it and went back to school by taxi. But Paddy & I have been coughing and sneezing and aching and feverishly shivering together for the past week - and are only just starting to recover. I have a holiday flat on England's South Coast which is where we're staying and currently it looks as though a bomb's hit it. I've been much too incapacitated to try to keep the tide of disorder under control. But I hope to get a good night's sleep and be strong enough to clear up properly tomorrow.
Still, I've missed awful weather back home. DH says it dropped to 1 degree C yesterday - the lowest ever recorded - and someone told him that a few miles away it had gone down to -5! And they had snow in Mallorca! Apparently it's going to warm up now, so by the time I finally get back on Sunday - only a week late - it should be returning to normal.
It's 11 pm and I'm off to bed. Good night!
