I thought I’d been clever and careful enough to escape it – but no. In the small hours of this morning, Baby B’s virus caught up with me. With a vengeance. I can only apologise if I gave it to anyone else before realising that I was infected.
I’ll skip the gory details, but suffice it to say, I lost almost all of today. There was just half an hour this afternoon when I managed to struggle into some clothes and walk down the garden in search of a photo, and the effort of lifting the small camera with a macro lens attached was almost too much for me to manage. Luckily this ladybird sat still enough for the photo to be (more or less) in focus.
Comparing notes with R, who had this bug last week, my illness is following exactly the same pattern as his. This means that I expect to be half-recovered by tomorrow, and back to my best self (arf, arf) on Saturday. Fingers crossed.