On Thursday I went to bed early due to a head cold (8pm) and slept 12 hours. I thought I had beaten it Friday morning and started looking forward to the Wool Weekend. By late Friday afternoon I discovered where the damn thing had sneaked off to, and my lungs packed up. I've just spent the last 2 days in bed and I'm back off there now. At least I get some quiet to do a bit of reading and knitting I suppose - but it's just not the same. Hope the Wool Weekend had better luck.