The hounds and cats are still fast asleep, apart from Henning, who always wants breakfast.
This morning I woke up and thought : something is different. Something is better. I lay in bed for a bit trying to work out what it could be, and finally realised that for the first time in two weeks, I was the right temperature and not soaking in a bath of my own sweat. I think my heroic piratical cold, legacy of unwisely thinking 'A pirate metal gig? Why not give it a go?' has finally moved on! It's such a relief.
ETA while coughing miserably: no apparently it is STILL HERE. I really am not heroic enough for heroic pirate metal viruses.
