A malaise

Bloody hell. Ambushed by illness. Lungs like painful bagpipes and immediately productive cough -- washed out and rubbish. My first thought was that I had seen Mum and Mas yesterday, and hope I hadn't given them anything. Sprawled wanly on the gold sofa all day and binge watched the TV show Traitors, fast forwarding through the meaningless padding in the middle. Spoke to Mum, hoping that I hadn't given her anything. Lorraine will be here tomorrow, which is one thing to look forward to. But I don't want to give her whatever this is. Chatted with Toby too.

Lorraine told me to take out a meal from the freezer. I took out a meal, which turned out to be a block of turkey stock. So I slung some assorted vegetables into it -- and it made a nice meal.