Looks as if the gyppy tummy I had on Saturday won't go away without a fight and could be the start of something more spectacular. I feel like shit and only have 8 days 14 hours to get the flat ready for Ari... But before that R.J. and Emma are staying... There's a beer festival on in Twickenham on Thursday and my car is full of junk to take to the dump. My head feels like it's twice it's size and I want to go back to bed.
I just hope this isn't H5N1.