My bed and I have a love hate relationship. When I'm in it, I feel frustrated, as there's always something pressing that needs doing, and when I'm out of it, I want to feel it's warmth envelope me. There's not much choice in the matter this week, as I'm full of the joys of being ill. Still, there's much to be said about updating your accounts from beneath the sheets.
The gym, work and socialising are all out, which is proving rather expensive! This is probably my bodies way of telling me to slow the hell down, as time off is something of a delicacy round these parts.
I bring you this masterpiece of human ingenuity:
