Well, after two weeks of avoiding getting Simon's cold, we went out for dim sum with Peter on Saturday and I have his cold instead! Started feeling bleah at the end of the press dinner yesterday, came straight home and soaked in a bath and collapsed in bed and cancelled my meetings for today so I could take it easy and finish my writing without a rush before I go to Les Arc tomorrow. This is for an event about women getting more Me Time with technology. There may be irony here. There is a session where I can go to the spa or learn to ski; the skiing feels unlikely at this point.

And for today I have taken more zinc and put real ginger in my ginger peach tea and manuka honey on my toast instead of marmelade.

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Honey on leather?
Honey on silk?
Honey on toast?

Should I hope the honey on toast I just dropped fell on my silk dressing gown or on the leather chair?