I have been ILL.
Not just grumpy but proper ill.
This has come as something of a shock as I DO NOT DO ILL.
I don't do sickies, Land of Lurgy, calling on the big white telephone or any of that malarkey. If you are self-employed and/or a parent you will know that sick days off are not part of the deal.
It's a crap deal, really, when you think about it.
Sometimes my body forgets that I DO NOT DO ILL. When that happens, I do what everyone else does - consult Dr Google and panic that I'm about to die until whatever it was goes away.
This time, thanks to modern technology, from my sickbed I managed to read a 400 page novel, tweet, research a blog post and convert two boxes of tissues into mulch. If I was a craft blogger with younger children I would now be turning those tissues into a moderately attractive household ornament. Luckily my children have outgrown that stage so we won't bother with snotty tissue crafting just yet.
I gave my tissues to Dennis the cat. No real reason, he's just a lot more photogenic than a pile of snotty tissues.
But all in all it was quite a productive time. Plus the jeans that were going back to ASOS on Friday night fitted by the time Sunday rolled around.
So HA HA I WIN. Up yours, illness.