I've had the horrendous flu which has been going around.
The last thing I clearly remember is peeling potatoes on Christmas Eve. I've been out of it until today. DH was in two minds whether to call an ambulance. (I have asthma too, and was apparantly wheezing a lot)
I have a pile of gifts to open. A fuckload of food in the fridge (the DC have been a little off, although they bounced back before I did)
WIBU to treat today as The Big Day, wish you all a Merry Christmas, and crack on with the festivities?
Bizzarely, I apparantly managed to post my usual "he's beeeeen!" on facebook, at about 4am on Christmas morning!