I awoke this morning with a nuclear headache and a terrible sick feeling in my stomach. Jennifer had already gone to work (she catches the bus at 6am, mad cow) so I phoned her at 7am to say that I wasn't coming in. To say she was unimpressed would be an understatement. I was ill. I did feel like death. Tough. I blame the change in air pressure. Where the hell has the Summer gone?

I took tablets and went back to bed, eventually rising at 11:30am. After eggs and toast I felt much better.

I have done some things on the computer and fulfilled a commitment to a friend. I am now going to watch a film.

It is tough being ill.