The Great Gillespian Gallivant - Day 7 & 8

So…day seven happened. It was supposed to be a lot of fun…but wasn’t. First there was the disappointment of not being able to go skiing, but as it turns out that was a blessing in disguise. By lunchtime yesterday it became evident that I had the plague that has been doing the rounds. I went to bed about one…and…well…have yet to get up. If the illness had hit half way up a mountain, a two hour drive from here, it would not have been at all good. So despite all my replacement joy yesterday about going out for shamazipan 's birthday and extra time with the girls, what I actually did was sleep. All day.

Although I was awake for a little while and amused myself watching the Armstrong and Miller show. At one point I became a little over excited as I thought that I had discovered that Ben Miller has his nipple pierced. However, this then led to a coughing fit which detracted from the moment somewhat!

I was supposed to go and see my Granny today (day eight) who lives about an hour’s drive from here, but am still incapable of movement and don’t want to infect her.

I have rallied slightly this afternoon thanks to the magical properties of Coco Pops. There is talk of more ice hockey tonight, but I’m not up for that much movement yet.

There are no pics or vids from today or yesterday as frankly it is not a pretty sight.

Tomorrow I’m off to Newcastle assuming I’m feeling better.

And I will try not to sound quite so pityful and sorry for myself.