Well, I have to finally concede that the bad cold was, in fact, flu - although I don't "do" flu. We're both still recovering, and will be fit to travel on Monday. Or fit to drop.
I actually managed to walk down to the supermarket on the docks yesterday, the first time for ages. I was shattered when I got back. At least all we have now is the residual cough. I've been coughing since Novemeber, so I'll miss it when it finally leaves me!!!
This morning, I actually felt well enough to go through my wardrobe and pull out some clothes to pack:-) Until then I really wouldn't have worried if the holiday had been cancelled, I had absolutely no interest in it whatsoever.
The good thing about having flu? I got some reading done as I tossed and turned in bed. I've read several short stories, to suit my short attention span! I've read Ursula le Guin's Tales from Earthsea, Anne Fine's Frozen Billy, some of Charles Dicken's Christmas Stories, some Murder for Love short stories, most of The Twelve Days of Christmas assorted short stories, My Best Friend by Laura Wilson, Terry Pratchett's Maskerade, and Alan Titchmarsh's Knave of Spades.
I'm taking Philip Pullman's Northern Lights away with me to re-read ready for my friend Claire's book club. I'll have to find something else to slip in my bag, too, but I'm not sure what as yet.
Be good whilst I'm gone, and stay healthy.