Saturday Tommy kicked off his shoe and didn't tell me until we were on the bus. Cue purchase of new pair (grrr) and subsequent finding of missing shoe on the way home.

Sunday I realised that Saturday's sore/scratchy throat wasn't the result of not drinking enough (as per usual), but the start of a stinking cold that's leaving me sick, headachy, dizzy and unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time.

Monday my big achievement was actually making it to weight watchers (having found a trip to the shops to get Nurofen (and they are only across the road) too much to handle). I probably shouldn't mention that I had to get Yuri to come with me because I wondered if it was too much for me to get there on my own (and it's only two blocks from home). Another two pounds gone this week though.

And today my big achievement is managing to do the washing up, although I feel worse now than I did when I started. I guess I won't be tackling that huge ironing pile later.