I have the flu – the damn flu… again!

For the second time in less than a month. And I rather suspect it can’t have been the flu both times – at least not the same kind of flu – but that’s definitely cold comfort, when you are nursing a wildly see-sawing temperature, enjoying a sore throat, and feeling in general as if your head were stuffed with corned beef, glass marbles and cotton-wool. Continue reading →

The flu.

It’s April, the garden is a riot, the weather sweet – and I’ve got the flu.

I should be writing, re-writing, exercising, translating, following rehearsals, putting in practice all my nice new resolutions – but no: I’ve got the flu… Continue reading →