Guh. Up when I’m up, and text in to Walker to say I’m not coming. A lot of lying down, and prevail on my (also ill) father to give me a lift to drop off presents to Ben at Walker reception and pick up something from the sorting office. It appears that my accountants failed to put a stamp on their Christmas card, so I feel less guilty about the fact that my accounts are late.
And more Guh. Very fine spicy stew by H, though.