To all the well wishers....
While on my bed of pain, I heard knockin' and I arose and answered, from above, "Who hast travelled so far to see me during the inclement weather?"
And they have answered, "Tis me, old friend, come to pay my annual tribute and partake of the Festive baked goods wot you have in you pantry, as per."
LO, I say unto them, "Seasonal Greetings and Get lost, O Travellers for I are mostly having the flu this week and could not be mithered to bake a single mince pie. Furthermore, I love you all and do not wish to share said bug, so get ye hence."
And they have naffed off like the good friends they are, only to ring at intervals of half an hour, just when I am dropping off nicely, to say "How do you feel now?"
So, if you see a bright star in the east, it will not be the Second Coming, just me in my slightly used Space Shuttle, in a vain attempt to get some kip...think I am still feverish...it all seems so real...
I HAVE missed you all.
