Thursday, 28 December 2006

I awoke feeling like I’d been visited in the night by some evil mischievous pixies who had inserted a cactus into my throat. I could barely breathe. Jackie, much recovered, made several attempts to rouse me, but then left me with a cup of tea to go out to the sales. I remember hearing her say “you can never have too many Egyptian cotton sheets”, but this may have been an hallucination as she returned with new curtains. I spent the day in bed feeling utterly miserable. I finally rose late in the afternoon, but only to come downstairs and feel miserable there. I didn’t do any work in the accounts. How did Jackie survive xmas feeling like this?