My faithful friend

Poor Cousteau's exhausted today. Every time I've moved (not far, but often), he's got up and followed me. He flops comfortably wherever I stop, only to get up again a couple of minutes later when I move again.

I've been limited to 'from the beanbag' blips for the past couple of days and today is no exception.

I was hoping to go back to work tomorrow but I've only managed to keep a couple of slices of bread down in the past three days and so I've booked an appointment to see the doctor tomorrow in the hope that he'll be able to sort out whatever the problem is. I guess I'll see how I feel in the morning.

Thanks to Canterbury and Cousteau for looking after me so well.