Just when I thought life couldn’t get any more interesting. Woke up on Tuesday feeling decidedly rough. Decided to ignore it and get on with my day, which turned out to be a very bad decision.

Around lunchtime I was violently sick, so I put myself to bed. Got steadily worse through the course of the afternoon so asked Sef to stick his nose in on the way home to check I was still okay. At 8 o’clock I was violently sick again, having not been able to keep down anything including water. At his point I decided hosptial was a good idea and so an ambulance was summoned. After being rushed into hosptial I was put onto a drip as I was severely dehydrated and had a temperature.

Wednesday was completely lost to a mixture of sleep and dozing and I was eventually allowed to leave around 2 this afternoon.

Still feeling a little fragile but recovering…