I just wish I had done something exciting last night, to feel so rough.
I think I know the reason why, however.
I had another go at LOTN and was quite happy listening to him roistering about in ninth century Britain, even though his sword seemed a bit smaller than Guy's. But now he has been betrayed into slavery by a man he thought was his friend and lord. It's only in sound but we all know that pale, thin, unkempt and angsty look, don't we? Time to break out the hot soup and blankets.
On a lighter note, I noticed that poor Guy's storied leather keks looked a wee bit snug in that last photo of Missy's last night. He looked quite cross about it, so I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the help at the Locksley brand of Ye Sketchley's, this morning. (or is it Johnson's, these days?
I am so relieved to hear I can look forward to seeing you all over the festive season, as much as we can manage. I am faced with the prospect of house guests for several days, as well as wall to wall family.