Never, ever say it out loud. It's asking for trouble.
Just the other day I was saying to BB how lucky I was that I hadn't been ill for much of the year.
This was me at 9.30 this morning:
And this was me by mid-afternoon:
(courtesy of this place; I didn't really want to show you a photo of my rapid descent!)
It's a cold. Or flu. I can never tell the difference. I think I got it from Jethro on the weekend -- and I tell you Zoe, if this is how he felt, no wonder he moaned all night! I'm so ready to crawl into bed.
I did manage to get to Studio Duck to meet up with Lucas from Big Fag Press and his good lady, and I'm so glad I did. They are very enthusiastic people, and by the end of the visit we were making plans for an Australian printers' wayzgoose some time -- maybe next year? Fun!
But... now I'm home, and the screen is starting to hurt my eyes, so I will drag myself off to bed. My sinuses feel like they're about to explode, and my head is throbbing. I think the pills I took at lunchtime to get me through the day are wearing off. Ciao.