I went to a birthday party on Saturday afternoon and from then till Sunday afternoon I felt like someone had slipped me a mickey – turned into a roaring fever by 5 on Sunday and I went to bed with chills and shakes and felt my body incinerating whatever had gotten into it that it was trying to rid itself of – twelve hours of sleep later, I emerged, shaken, not stirred.
Eeeeesh… hope you’re feeling better.
One thing’s for sure, you haven’t lost
your humour.
Rise from your ashes, Rachel!
(((hugs)))