I've had the most brutal head-cold for the best part of a fortnight and I would be seriously quite thrilled if it stopped right about now.
De gave me 'get well soon' daffodils:
which not only look gorgeous but make our downstairs rooms smell amazing.
It's funny, I could swear I do pretty much fuck all most of the time but I seem to have missed a whole pile of deadlines/obligations/meetings/whatever. And I'm still not 100% well so even doing fairly little things leave me wiped out and kittenish.