Pyjama day

I'm feeling crap today. A bit nauseous, slightly feverish and achy but not actually puked up, fingers crossed I wont. An odd kind of lurgy, not really much proper symptoms but I feel totally drained. Maybe it's a kind of hibernation sickness.

Spent most of today snoozing on the sofa and watching repeats of Poirot and Cadfael on telly. Campbell is feeling fine but came out in sympathy with me, refused to change out of his pyjamas and kept me company on the sofa for a while. I think he had sussed out that as I'm not feeling great I needed help in emptying a box of Quality Street... a task that he undertook manfully.