Among the many things I hate about being ill (I'm not very good at it for a start), is that it always completely screws with my sleeping pattern. I was up at 8am this morning. 8am! On a Sunday!

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to crawl back under the duvet and feel sorry for myself.

I wish they'd hurry up and invent teleportation. Anything to take this time and distance rubbish out of the equation.