I have woken up this morning with a stinking cold and very sore throat. I'm in no way at death's door with flu, but I do feel quite sorry for myself.
DH went and camped out with a friend last night, and will reappear at some point today. DD stayed at my parents so it's just me and a snotty 2 year old at home.
It would be perfectly reasonable, medicinal even, to eat the last slice of cheesecake wouldn't it? Last night when I wasn't feeling crap I ignored it as I had eaten my share and it was DH's piece, but I think that I deserve it now.