Strange cos I haven't been on a jet!:**:

Wednesday night at 11.30pm saw me "chucking up" that carried on for hours and at 2am I tearfully called Lee. "Are you coming home yet.....I don't feel well"

Lee came dashing home on his white charger....well it's a white tow truck...but one can dream.

We went to be at 3.30am and I woke up at 10am, the sickness had passed but I had an horrendous "hangover" type headache. Now I'm no stranger to hangovers, but I usually like to have had a night to remember, or a night to forget if I am to suffer!

I moved myself from the bed to the sofa and lay, curtains closed while Abi watched Simpsons inbetween fetching me water. Lee got up at 1pm and force fed me a slice of toast and 2 tablets. I then fell asleep.

Lee went out to work at 6pm and I waited until Matthew got in from work and retired to my bed. Matthew woke me at 9pm as Lee had instructed him to give me pain killers, which didn't! I vaguely remeber Lee feeding me more at 2am, and awoke at 11am, headasche still there.

Me and the poorly blanket were back on the settee, where we still were at 5.30am when Lee got in, I haven't slept since 11am yesterday, the Sky+ is empty of Cold Case, Without a Trace & Most Haunted. My headache is now only a dull reminder and I'm ready for my afternoon nap.

I'd sit in the garden but the bloody sun is too bright!!!!!

Happy Friday!