Thought I was better, back to normal, so went to meet Jackson for a coffee, but when the bookshelves in Waterstone’s started to spin around me I realised that I didn’t feel well at all, only better than yesterday.

Jackson’s training for his next bout. Kid’s like a pit bull. A friendly pit-bull. I dropped him off at the gym, came home and went back to bed where I sat up watching DVDs, until Ruthie arrived and offered to make me soup.

haha – feeling sorry for myself.

Wimp!