Lost Day

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

The last day of 2020 was a complete write-off for me. I awoke at around 2am, from feverish nightmares and realised something was awry. 

I kind of hoped it was something that would just lift after a good sleep, but no, by 10am I was feeling much worse. Hot and feverish and every bone ached. 

Caro decided to cancel our Hogmanay plans with Loulou and Joshua - who had been planning on coming over. Joshua took it very well. Loulou sent a text saying she didn't feel up to coming out.

"You're too late, I've already dis-invited you anyway," texted Caro.

I went back to bed with my head swimming, feeling absolutely miserable. 

But I woke up again at 6pm and while I'm not 100%, I do feel a lot better than I did. I've no idea what all that was about, but hopefully that is the end of it. One last kick up the arse from 2020, on its way out.

S.