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It has not been a great day here. I think I've picked up a bug. It's been an unpleasant day to say the least. Every gastric gurgle has been followed by (and I can only apologise for using the word) clenching and sprinting.

Things settled down after midday and I thought I could try a walk. Nonsense. Made it down the stairs but was covered in sweat and everything hurt. Almost crawled back up the stairs but made it and decided to call it quits.

Munni was sufficiently worried that she crawled into bed beside me and curled up, just in case Cat Therapy was a good idea. Moot thought that the best thing he could do was to go and eat grass - his idea of pastural care I suppose.

I have lots of water. I will survive. I just feel completely broken.