(...and it's too late now.)
Oh! My gentle readers! I have been SO sick! It was like ElbaPlague2009, but Mr de Elba and the children didn't get (quite) as sick as they did then, I got much worse, and the whole thing has dragged on much longer. At least Buzz Lightyear didn't get vomited into.
All week, I was composing a blog post in my mind, mainly apologising for missing Swift Jan's splendid Birthday Party last Saturday. But alas, I spent the whole week groaning or sleeping and the blog post never came to be.
I remember I planned to get someone to take a photo of me sleeping, while wearing my giant Cat-In-The-Hat hat.
I also planned to write something in anapaestic tetrameter about the sorry state of everyone's health.
I was going to mention the medicine shelf in my fridge.
And I was going to say something about this:
"Come and behold our dosing devices:
All sorts of shapes and various sizes!"
And yet, it never happened. The upshot:
• Many medicines
• Various dosing devices.
Hope that will suffice.