I have been so ill today...and last night. Yuk!

'Gather it went down well with Bitch at the Building Of Betrayal, but I actually do not give a fuck...Angel got stuff sorted, as per. Could not do anything apart from lie down, get up, vomit in bathroom, lie down, get up, vomit in bathroom...

Therefore, I am rather pleased I have managed to consume some toast..which I crunched on very carefully reading Sexymf's visit to the sweetie shop post...and if I was dead clever I'd put a link in there but I can't. Sorry!

I began feeling unwell yesterday, and those of you who know me by now, this will give some idea of how ill I was: I turned down G! (Yet again close 'I need a shag timing' with FF). Cancelled-with less then 3 hours notice...I just had awful visions of us thrashing away in bed and me puking all over! He'd booked the gorgeous halfway house place we used last time...and I actually didn't flinch when he , very ungentlemanly, texted me to say the hotel would not give him a refund.
I DON'T CARE. I WAS GOING TO VOMIT ALL OVER YOU!!!
No, don't worry, I didn't say that...but this links in with my exhausted sleep recently, my body has just had enough.
Managed to make it through to 8 ish before the first disgusting, wrenching, hurling, down the loo...
Then it never stopped...
So I've slept nearly all day, temperature has finally gone and here I am writing to you lot!
The Director has been in touch...he was amidst a several million fraud recess at the time. 'Get well soon; we have fun and games on Tuesday!' He's not much on this weekend....a concert and a black tie dinner...
Note to self: must consume loads of Lucozade.

Finally, remember those words of wisdom: 'Good always succeeds in the end.' The wise man reassures me from time to time
Well, a call from lovely Young One today...SHE...yes BITCH has an interview somewhere in the next few days. It's confidential mind, so don't go telling everyone!

Must dash. One's tummy is making weird noises!