My default state is dormouse (head in teapot, tail wrapped around face), but this week has been particularly trying. I think I caught Ryanair plague on the way back from Jerez last Wednesday, as I woke up in our lovely room at The Bath Priory Hotel on Friday morning with the tell tale scratchy throat and foggy head of an incipient cold.
I shrugged it off, even making it to the hotel gym on Saturday morning and felt okay, if snotty, over the weekend. But it reappeared on Tuesday, and I have felt particularly ropey over the past two days, culminating in losing my voice followed by a miserable Wednesday’s night’s sleep, waking at 3am with a hacking cough.
I had a breakfast and dinner I had to go to, but cancelled all my other meetings and spent most of Thursday feeling particularly sorry for myself. So apologies for being less than stellar on the blogging and Twitter front. I really have felt quite dreadful.