My nasty Christmas flu has turned into pneumonia. Here I am, back in bed, sipping soup and tea and antibiotics. I admit, I never felt 100% better. But I did manage to have the most lovely time in Paris. And now I guess I'm paying for those wine soaked, cheese filled, walks in the drizzle, days and nights. Le sigh.
In bed. Doctor's orders. That chicken soup heating on the stove...
