Blog currently in quarantine. I've got what would be called 'man-flu' if I wasn't a girl. And I make a terrible patient.
Meanwhile, all I want to do is sit at my desk with the fire on next to me and get back into the new book. Only a stream of visitors (since when did I get visitors?) has appeared out of nowhere. I've been fashion-shooting and receiving chairs for decoration and dragging my sorry flu-ridden ass out of bed to go for dinner with seldom-seen friends.
In between I've had the weirdest dreams, and wake up like a wild boar with a running nose, snuffling and snorting and moaning.
This is when I start to get peevish and vile, and will eventually start to ignore phone calls, doorbells and singing telegrams. It's that time of year when everyone starts to get in the spirit of the season already, and I'm too occupied.