I'm sorry - Who are you again?
Germs suck. Especially ones that linger on planes, hiding in the ventilation system, mutating, only to be recycled upon unsuspecting passengers as they settle in for a long 9 hour cross continental journey.

Currently, I'm sitting under the duvet in Leigh's old room, re-familiarizing myself with this whole bloggng thing ... what's it been? Awhile, let's just leave it at that.

Maldon, Essex. It's bloody cold here, though not snowing, and that's only because it hasn't rained. We arrived in England last Monday (because our flight out of Houston left without us, suspending our international trip and forcing us to take shelter at some Motel across from a Waffle House - oh yeah). 4 days left and I'm wondering why time away on holiday goes so quickly? Why also does Murphy's Law apply, leaving Leigh as sick as a dog for the past 3 days? Poor guy.

Tomorrow I'm on a train back into London to see a couple of old friends (and someone's nieces!) only to return to Maldon on New Year's Eve and ring in the New Year Essex style. Woot. God how I've missed this country.

I was feeling crap this morning, but now I'm feeling pretty good. I'm fighting like h-e-double-hockey-sticks to not catch what the mister has. I'm treading water at the moment, holding my own. Night Nurse tonight for sure, and tomorrow, some Lemsip - ilch, haven't missed that stuff at all.

Did you know, Woolworth's has gone out of business? It's sad really. Where can a girl find any Quality Street now? Giant Buttons? Just devastating.

Am I back in the game? Only the New Year can tel. If I'm not back by then, Happy New Year to all - and to all a good night!