13 hours "sleep" (and I use that term most loosely) and the first thought I had when I woke up this morning was "Someone shoot me, please..."
I'm as sick as a dead dog.
I've just given the girls a heads up that I probably won't be at the markets on Sunday. They, bless their hearts, have told me I have to stay home if I'm not feeling 100% but that my bags and cupcakes are most welcome to come along and hang round the stall to keep their stuff company.
We'll see if a miraculous recovery takes place in the next 48 hours. Good thing I have a few more lemons left to make hot lemon honey and ginger drinks with. And a lovely bed which is calling me back as I type. I don't even fancy propping up and watching Flight of the Conchords on my laptop, I'm that flattened :-(