Tony - poliphilo - has spent the last 18 hours or so in bed with an upset stomach - you know what I mean by that, I'm sure. I've been wondering if it was something he'd eaten (we don't always eat the same thing). I spoke to my mum and Carl on the phone, and they both told me not to worry about it, it's only a bug that's been going around.
Once you're told that you know that unless you're very lucky you're up for the same thing. Here I sat this morning, worried about Tony, hoping he'd soon be better. Now - although I still feel fine - I'm waiting and dreading, and dreading and waiting.