Oh dear me, I am ever so poorly! I have a retched phlegmy cough, ears which feel like they're going to pop at any moment, a throat which might as well be made of barbed wire for the pain I feel when I swallow, a pounding headache, and of course, all the dopeyness and drowsyness that accompanies it. I returned from Center Parcs yesterday, where I managed to fight off the AIDS, save for a few rather horrid bouts of coughing in the mornings. But in the car back I felt as rough as sandpaper, and by the time I got back to Newbury I was ready to just crawl into bed and cry.

I got to sleep at about 9pm, and woke up about an hour ago. The whole night was spent fighting with temperature. It creeped into my dreams at one stage. I remember one dream which involved me being at Center Parcs, engaging in an activity which I'm going to find incredibly difficult to put into words. In real life, I couldn't get hot for more than ten seconds, because even the slightest gap in my duvet seemed to send a wave of cold air all around me. This was represented in the dream by me being outside on a sort of mud ride with six other people. This mud ride had only a certain amount of heat, and we were all fighting for it. I was half awake at the time, so it was more like a hypnagogic hallucination than a dream. Either way, here I am at 3.45am, entirely unable to sleep, and feeling just dreadful.

I shall update about the week's activies soon. But first, I shall read my blogs. Internet: prepare for a barage of comments!!