I haven't been updating this for a few weeks - there are many reasons, and they all seem to have taken up residence in my upper respiratory tract. In short, what started as a nasty head cold turned into Sinusitus, which feels like an unholy cross between migraine, neuraligia, headsche and flu. With the added bonus of pints of lurid green bleurgh to dispose off.
Lets just say that a stone caravan, even a cosy firelit one, is not the ideal crawl space for a woman with a colony of bugs, so I have been tucked up under duvets at my sisters place, gobbling up brufen and antibiotics.
One good thing about fever - great technicolour dreams and you can turn down the heating 3 notches.