I wanted to go in today, but it was kinda insisted that I stay in bed. Of course, I got itchy feet and was up a few minutes after the house was empty. But I guess it was right, it's probably best that I'm at home today, I'm still a bit poorly and I'll definitely go back tomorrow, and there'll probably be lots of work to do, always a plus. …

Well, I'm snuggled under a duvet, with a mug of hot orange squash (was anyone else brought up with that as the staple hot drink to recover from a cold?), and half watching my favourite James Bond movie. I know, I know, I should be in bed, but sleep rarely finds me in the middle of the day and if I go there, I'm only going to lie down and …

I have such a sore throat, it's not fair, there's no sniffles or cough or anything, it's just my throat is so sore. It feels like I've been swallowing knives although the last time I checked, I hadn't joined the circus.

I thought it'd just be a sore throat, a bit of a cold but no... has to turn into a full blown bout of flu or something. Today I've been ordered to stay in bed and for once, I'm not actually complaining about that. Right now, we're watching Steve Jobs, the guy from Apple that 'booms' and 'poofs' telling us about the new iTunes stuff, Apple are great! Mr C …

I'm such a muppet. I don't really remember doing it but I managed to walk into a door handle and now I have a huge angry bruise on my left hip. It hurts really badly but every time I complain about it and show Mr C the various shades of purple it's going, he takes great enjoyment out of prodding it. Big meanie.

I thought it was just a hangover, but my killer headache rolls on to today, so perhaps that's not the reason. I've been learning stuff today, and although not good for my head, I didn't want to just sit around and do nothing for another whole day.

Mr C kept telling me I was getting the germs and I kept trying to deny it. As it turns out, he was right, my throat is sore. Today is Friday 13th as well. We went to London yesterday and saw a guy in orange trousers playing guitar. The music was very good, the orange less so. I drove back through London when it was still busy. We survived!

I don’t feel so good today. I had the day off and slept most of it and still all I want to do is crawl back under the covers. In more positive news, we just watched Ocean's Eleven and Brad Pitt has never looked finer.