Today I have had great plans for my day of. Lee & I were to journey across t'hills to Manchester, there we would enjoy what I'm sure would have been an excellent meal, in even more excellent company.

Then last night happens. I finished work, it had been a long day. On the way home I called to the chemist but on getting out of the car realised I suddenly had a desperate need to pee. So home I dashed. Within an hour I had a raging temperature, kidney pain and cystitis. You women will know the pain of cystitis, men, I can only describe it as a red hot needle down your wee hole everytime you pee (symptoms that would no doubt send you racing for the GU clinic!)

This morning I headed off to my GP, who on testing the little bottle of pee said, as well as the usual blood (a symptom of my illness LPHS) there was loads of nasty stuff in it. I am now on antibiotics big enough to cure a horse, and spent this afternoon on the sofa, sad that I won't meet Meno

As we say in yorkshire it's knocked mi duck off!