OK, so the last two days I had the plague - or that's what it felt like anyhow. I know all about it you see because, quite by chance, our daughter has been learning about it at school. We've also been reading this book every night (although I have to confess she does get a bit restless from time to time, namely when nothing gruesome is happening! She keeps saying "when's someone gonna come down with it?").
Anyway, back to my plague, and the fact I am now waiting for the buboes and tokens to appear - and if you a) have no clue what I'm talking about, b) haven't a child learning about the Stuarts at school, or c) fancy some gruesome reading anyway, read here and here. The very good thing about being confined (!) was being able to spend a much needed day in bed, which involved catching up on a little light reading - namely Ros Byam Shaw's Perfect English Cottage - and thinking what luck to have chosen a time when hubby wasn't on his work travels and therefore on hand to administer copious hot lemon and honey drinks - so inconvenient when Mummy gets ill isn't it?
My plague symptoms by the way were/are chesty cough, head ache, runny nose ... hmm