My day off turned into an off day.
I got up, helped Mrs Tin with some stuff she needed for a meeting tonight, then was planning to walk slowly to the shop to buy a paper. In a very sudden change of plan I instead ran quickly to the toilet and threw up, something I honestly can’t remember doing for years.
I went back to bed at eleven and got up again at four this afternoon, and since then have sat like a potato on the couch feeling as if I’ve something rock-hard in my stomach like a potato, or perhaps a grenade.
Anyway, I just came here briefly to explain that, but I must just mention the third comment from yesterday.
It’s from Speccy, and what I guess it means is that she’s started a blog.
Send me the address and I’ll put it up here (if you type memineandotherbits into Google you don’t get anything) (sorry, if you type it in now you get this post) and we’ll all have a look. Welcome to the madhouse, you’ll love it.