At last I am feeling better today, still wobbly and still full of cattaarrrgh (which gives a lovely husky sounding voice!) but the appetite is back (pity, I was finding it easy to follow Paul Mickennarh's advie and 'stop eating as soon as you fell full' now ravenous would best describe my tummy) and I feel more like me again.
Mr T has been diagnosed as having a sinus infection and been duly given anti-biotics, and slept a little better last night.
So, I have to stop taking the piss out of his man 'flu and nurse him better.
A woman's work is never done, is it?!