1Mbit/s

As Nick said, I must be sick. I'd finished cooking dinner, we'd done the dishes, and despite a new megabit cable internet service in the house after a week without the internet, I'm just lying on the bed, munted.

I've had a throat-and-ear thing going on since Thursday night last week. It got somewhat better, became quite background early this week, but was back with a vengeance today. If I hadn't had some totally critical stuff on at work today, I'd definitely have been quite justifiably in bed. Come lunchtime I knew I needed those nasty pharmaceutical multinationals to save me, though, so I headed down the hill to the local shop. A dose of Lemsip was the deal and kept me going till 4:00.

Tonight though I've dug out the vintage stuff. A rummage in the pack revealed a half-remaining packet of antipodean Codral found when moving, much more effective than the local alternatives thanks no doubt to the Codeine dose. Two of those have given me enough ggn to do this entry.

And along with the cable net service comes a phone line so we're back in contact with the world at last. So wonder no more: if you don't hear from us now, it really is because we don't love you...