Feel really manky today. Went to see a friend for the weekend to escape London (Johnson was wrong. When you are tired of London, you are not tired of life. You're just fed up with tubes, pollution, tourists taking photos of shops while standing in the middle of the street, posters announcing that someone's been raped or murdered in your area and overpriced drinks.)
Sadly, doing the public transport thing meant I was in close proximity to a gazillion germ-laden people sniffling with the lurgy that has been going round and, as a result, I now am sitting here dosed up to the eyeballs on ibuprofen, vitamin C, zinc, propolis (it came bundled in with the vitamin C and zinc pills. Having just read that it's 'a dark sticky resinous substance bees collect from leaf buds, twigs and tree bark then carry back to their hives and mix with their salivary secretions and wax flakes. ' can now add nausea to my symptoms) and chicken soup, trying to get up the energy to make myself some ginger tea.
Would have stayed in bed but had to write an article and now I'm up, don't feel sleepy. Have, however, done the lying on sofa flicking through women's magazines thing. Marie Claire has a 'Diary of a Boob Job' feature. At the end is a Q&A.
'Where do I go for more information about breast implants?'
'Contact the British Association of Plastic Surgeons or visit their website at BAPS.co.uk.'
Made me smile.