In space, no one can hear you scream...

But if you listen carefully, you might just pick up the sound of me moaning. Mostly in pain, but I could probably find some other reasons too.

I actually phoned in sick today, which is not like me at all. But having battled my way through a clinic at Crawley Hospital yesterday with a headache, a sore throat, and a load of patients who were fitter than I was, I awoke this morning feeling slightly worse, and having started getting ready for work, I eventually admitted defeat and called it a day. I'm not sure if it's flu or just a heavy cold, but as things stand right now, the only things Lisa will be getting for Valentine's Day are my germs.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining, and as she was getting ready for school this morning, Amelie (who's been watching a lot of Doc McStuffins recently) asked me if I was too ill to go to work. When I said yes, she replied "Good. You'll have more time to play SpongeBob with me when I get home from school".

Of course, at that point, she didn't know what lay ahead of her at 12:53pm...

Worryingly, we have seen signs of headaches, sickness and drowsiness, but fortunately for Amelie, they've all been in me. And no one's bothered calling a doctor. Where's Sticky Gasper Dove when you need him?