Wednesday, January 8
I’ve given in. My head hurts, my chest hurts and my back hurts from coughing. I’ve swept the floors, made the fires, fed the hens and can do no more. I’m going to bed with a hot water bottle and more honey, ginger and thyme. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel stronger. For now, Martin, Stephen, Anna and Jane can cope. It will be chaos downstairs, I know, when I emerge tomorrow, but I don’t care. I’m taking to my bed. If there was power I would watch reruns of Lovejoy, but as there is none I shall re-read Rebecca, my favourite ‘ill in bed’ book of all time.