I'm jiggling my legs, so it's hard to write, but I'm going to tap the keys anyway to distract myself. I've got a tummy ache, after contracting a yucky sicky bug that Freddie and Tom have both had this week. And I thought I was immune to the everyday germs that slay my child and husband on a regular basis. It's just the biggies that get me, I had thought. But no, I, too, have succumbed to this tummy-crunching, body-whacking delight that is gastric flu. Or some such actually rather minor bug that only seems to last for a couple of days. Last night I tossed and turned and then eventually soothed myself off to sleep whilst listening to 'Self-Hypnosis: Positive Thinking' on my MP3-player, while Freddie lay horizontally across the bed, feet batting my arm, breathing so silently I had to keep checking he was still alive. Until he jerked violently and cried out 'No, no' and grabbed at his nappy. I'm ashamed to say I didn't do anything about the heaving Pampers size 5 owing to my sicky stupor, and the plastic sheet wasn't even on the bed by this stage because all of our tossing had sent it flying with a 'ping' 'ping' from each corner (our sheets don't fit our bed properly despite claiming to be the right size).

We had the most almighty storm this morning. The rain was absolutely lashing the windows and the lightning and thunderclaps reminded me of Ancient Greek 'A' Level when Homer's Zeus got angry and let rip at his people. I felt quite scared under my duvet, trying to sleep off this stupid bug. I've now resorted to repeats of Jeremy Kyle and what appears to be It's A Knock-Out on Rikki Lake. Two people dressed in giant sumo costumes are skateboarding along an American street, cheered on by skantily clad ladies and a topless bouncer bearing rubber wheels. I've turned the sound down now.

We're going on a summer holiday after all! A very kind mother of one of our friends has offered us her posh caravan in Southwold to stay in for a week at the end of August. Can't wait! I think none of us can believe we're actually going! I asked Tom if there'd be a swimming pool and entertainments at the caravan park, and he said 'They've got loos. Oh, and showers.' But it's right by the sea and the ferry-ride to Warbleswick, and only a fifteen minute walk along the beach to Southwold town, so its perfectly placed. I think we'll have lots of fun.

Did I tell you about my Creative Writing class? It's so much fun. We've finished for the summer holidays now but I'm definitely signing up for next term. And I'm going to enter some writing competitions too. I know - you're thinking 'ahem, are you sure?'. But don't fret - my writing on the course is much better than this blog, though I shall aim to up my game on here soon too!

Going to need to sign off now as the tummy is still as bad and no amount of leg jiggling is settling it down. Hmm, where is that Imodium pack...?

Kirstyxxx