I have a horrible, horrible cold and I feel foul.
I couldn't go to pottery yesterday nor could I go to the Threads and Fabrics Sale today.
Will I get up to Leiston Museum tomorrow to partake in the Embroiderers Guild response work day, I wonder.
You can bet that on Sunday I will be able to go to Auntie Cinders 90th birthday party.
The only good thing is that I have a yen for bread pudding, which is sold by the village shop, and being as I am ill, I can justify indulging it.
However it transpires that they have none.