Sorry, daily readers. Thanks to a very bad cold, I can barely breathe. I'm tucked up on the sofa in my office under the laundry I fortunately hung up yesterday when I suspected I would soon be too incapacitated for housework. The sad sad irony is that the weather is absolutely beautiful and May-like, but I don't have the strength to go downstairs and outside.
Feel free to post links to interesting blogs and things in the combox. There is nothing I can do but wait it out and so interesting internet items will help to pass the time. Until then, I am utterly grateful for this huge volume of Agatha Christie.
Update: Oh dear. My head, especially my face, is so wretched and I have read so many Agatha Christie novels that I found myself thinking of my Will. Naturally I made a new Will after I got married because I believe one must be very tidy and up-to-date about legal things. It did take me a long time to get around finding out what marriage actually means in Scotland. Just think: in Scotland B.A can chuck me out of the house and not support me even though we are married. So communist and mean. I have a sneaking suspicion legal marriage in Scotland is just two people living together after a party without any responsibilities whatsoever.
At any rate I keep adding and tearing up bits of my Will depending on how mad I am at my friends that day. My American grandmother banged it into my head from infancy who got what important jewellery when she died, which proved quite useful to my father when she did die. Goodness, how trusting. Although I suppose being a very religious child there was really no way I was going to bump off my gran for a dinner ring.
Last night I felt so deathly that I said an Act of Contrition before I lost consciousness, just in case.
I wish I were a very famous novelist for then people would send me flowers and new books and put straw outside the window to muffle the sound of the shrieking bairns. However, I believe B.A. has gone out to fetch prawn toasties (Scotland's fake Chinese delicacy), so that is something.
What I think I need here are Pet Theories. Naturally my readership decimated itself when I closed up the old shop, but surely there are readers with entertaining and insightful theories about men, romance, dating. makeovers, etc. Christie's are super but I fear they are a teeny bit out of date.
By the way, do you enjoy makeovers in books and films? I love them. I wonder why.