All better

It was my turn to be unwell on Tuesday. After I'd tucked DD up in bed I went to bed too, but I woke up Tuesday with a stonking headache and feeling sick. I called the office to say I couldn't come (that is hard for me to do, I usually drag myself in regardless), and went back to bed until lunchtime. I dragged myself downstairs to make something to eat (no breakfast) and then fell asleep again until 6pm when I went downstairs to watch Wimbledon. 

I'm glad I'm getting a great response from the photoblog, and I look forward to building up my portfolio and contacts. Nevertheless, I may have yet another announcement up my sleeve soon; maybe even a complete turnaround, but hey, never say never (or il "n'y a que les imbéciles qui ne changent pas d'avis"). 

I'm looking forward to my weekend - well, not the lip biopsy on Saturday, but hanging out with friends and scrapping with Donna Downey are both things that I can't wait to do. Toodle pip!