Hurray - I'm ill at last!

The doc said I was lucky not have developed something called 'Quinsy'. I said I thought that was a name of a medic from the last century. It takes a lot to get a laugh from a busy GP and I expect she's heard that a million times before. She grimaced and wrote me out a prescription for the heaviest antibiotics known to man. Or woman.

Anyway, I am now officially ill for the first time since the children were born.  It's been 10 years! Self-employed people with polar-explorer husbands, or ex-husbands, children and horses can't ever be ill, or their world comes down like a pack of cards.

But my being finally ill now has meant that I can lie in bed and learn the 'social media' on my i-pad.

This has taken me days. I am utterly fascinated by how boring it is. You can now tweet me, facebook me, linked-in me, blog me; but by the time I got to pinterest and timbrall or something, I had lost the will to live.

It's also given me an opportunity to set up this blog. WHAT an ugly word. Like bog. Something I've been meaning to do for a while. People have told me that it would be very easy, but I am struggling. Mine is through something recommended by the Daily Telegraph called 'Go Daddy'.

Suffice to say - if you're reading this, then I've done it!