Really, properly, absolutely not well...

So - returned from holiday and feel absolutely dreadful with this bug that everyone in blogland is referring to. Its knocking everyone out! I have it...I feel decidedly sorry for myself. My normal measure of 'how ill am I?' is the assessment of whether if I didn't have kids/house/husband/job would I stay in bed or not? Today most definitely is a stay in bed day. So far have not managed that on account of having to unpack a mountain, yes a mountain, of dirty ski gear. Have sent husband (who is also ill) to gather health food and pain killers in the hope that he will cook me some lovely chicken broth...a la Wagamamas below...to make me feel better...

Here's hoping....