I am on the sofa today. I have given up trying to take my poorly self to bed as I have to keep getting up and making a dash for the bathroom. One of the downsides of teaching is all the nasties the children carry. A slightly irritating sickness bug this time. I know I tell all you kids to share but you can keep your germs and nasties to yourself in future.

The weekend has been hectic as usual. A fine evening in the company of Brigid and then Jools was had on friday. Watching Arsenal put in a dismal performance against lowly Everton followed by a trip into Canterbury to make use of the Monsoon sale to cheer me up, got Saturday off to a start. I invested a small fortune (but what a saving!) in two gorgeous dresses for a wedding in the summer, only to find I now have to return them both as there is no green permitted on the big day. That's hardly fair on us gingers is it? How are we supposed to look stunning in something other than green?! Everyone knows gingers have to wear green! *sigh Any advice on other colours for gingers to wear would be gratefully received.

A very suprise and welcome invitation out for dinner came on Satruday night. We realised that in almost a year, we had never been out for dinner. More of that I say! Thanks to Steve and Donna for an extremely pleasant evening. Hope Donna's head was ok Sunday!

Sunday was spent wrapping overly large boxes, visiting Tesco and attending another birthday tea. This was followed by a late film with Sharon and Wayne during which, as usual, I managed a little shut eye.

In amongst all this excitement I was very saddened by the plight of the Thames Whale. Predictable I know, but poor thing...and all those people who criticised the rescue crew for trying to save it made me so cross. Even if we fail, isn't it better to try to help? Grrr.