Those are the rules of jinx and they are unflinchingly rigid...

[cebby]

On Saturday my Dad called me up and told me he was recovering from a migraine. I sympathized because I get them too and they're horrible. I also made the fatal error of stating that I hadn't "had one in ages" and that they weren't "as bad as they used to be". So what happened on Sunday? I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count. I was stuck between wanting to watch TV in order to distract myself (music alone wasn't quite cutting it) and not enjoying the light and sound all that much. I also managed to feel jointly nauseated and hungry but I had no energy to fix any food (and there was nobody else in the house) and so I didn't really eat. In fact the only thing I really managed to do was let Humphrey (the hamster) have a run around the dining room whilst I sipped a cup of tea and tried to ignore the stabbing pains in my head. I still don't feel entirely normal (or as near to normal as I ever feel).

However, all's well as my parents are coming for lunch today. They were hoping to be here now but they got stuck in traffic on the M1. My Dad's cute and always calls me when they reach the hornbeams (immortalized by Philip Pullman in His Dark Materials) on the way into Oxford. Ha! Okay so I had literally just finished typing that sentence when my Dad called... from the hornbeams!

I'm trying to get some pictures of Humphrey so as to share his cuteness with the world. So far he's proving rather camera shy. I shall persevere.

Okay, must dash- lunch awaits!