I will survive

I've spent a good amount of today asleep. I was up early awaiting a call from my parents saying they'd arrived home safely.

7am... nothing (not that worried, I know they've landed cos I checked on the net)

7:30am... nothing (maybe there's a problem on the roads)

7:45am... nothing (and no answer to my telephone call)

8am... nothing (no accidents reported by the BBC so maybe they're too tired to call)

8:20am... the phone rings, hooray! The parents were home safely having endured an hour and half wait at Heathrow for their luggage (typical BA). They went off to bed and so did I.

"What!?!" I hear you say, "You went back to bed! Why?" Because after two weeks of exercise and healthy(ish) eating my body has had enough! My body has rebelled. I have a cold and a fever. My throat is sore, my voice is gravelly, my nose is either running or blocked and I'm sweating buckets - that's why I went back to bed (so there, ner!). I did go out for a walk this evening, just to check what's on at the cinema but nothing grabs my attention.

I think I'll go back to bed now.