After finding some strength (in the form of Lemsip cold and flu sachets), this morning I made the desision to return to the blog.
So I've torn myself away from my "deathbed", and peeled a fair few sticky cough sweet wrappers from my skin on the way.
I've been hit by a bitch of a flu in the week running up to Christmas (is someone trying to tell me something?) and have been in bed for the past few days determined to get it out of my system before "the big day".
Perhaps I've been a little delirious too, because last night I dreamt that I was staying in Charlotte Gainsbourg's house (disappointingly rather like a squat with rooms stacked with mattresses and sheets) and also that Miley Cyrus came out as a lesbian.
Also, while lying on my deathbed I've had plenty of time to feel guilty about not being up to posting my Advent posts, but I shall try and deliver from here on..