I was going to go to bed at a fairly normal time last night, but then fell down an internet rabbit hole of my own making.

We just got back from the cinema – after finally seeing the latest (and perhaps final?) Bridget Jones movie.

I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room, bathed in the light from the computer screen, surrounded by silence throughout the house.

It’s late on Friday night, and I’m wondering if my body has started to turn a corner.

On the way home from visiting my parents last night, after being sick for the better part of two weeks, my other half pretty much ordered to me to book a doctors appointment.

Greetings from deepest, darkest Cornwall, where I’m visiting my parents for the weekend.

After a week and a half struggling with a cough and cold, I’m finally starting to feel better this morning – or at least if I sit quietly, I don’t cough my lungs up.

After signing myself off work sick last Wednesday, I returned to work on Thursday and Friday even though I was quite obviously getting worse.

I’m not entirely sure where today has gone.

After several months chasing our own tails, we invited some friends over last night.