Woke up yesterday with a nasty sore throat - exactly the same day that the sun finally came out after weeks of dismal grey AND having to hear all about how lovely it is in the UK!

Murphys Law I guess.

Today its progressed into a lovely snotty runny nosed summer cold, with red eyes and a good impression of Rudolph.

Of course, being pregnant, you are not allowed to take anything more serious than the odd paracetamol when in need of pain relief so not only do you have to suffer all the aches, pains and joys of pregnancy but you have to add in anything else that occurs too and put up with it. Maybe its training for labour and delivery? Who knows but its definitely not comforting.

It's only made worse when your other half gets the same cold and happily throws back the Lemsips and the throat sweets and the Ibuprofen. Grrr.

Thank heavens for honey and lemon and the occasional sniff of whisky in it. (Please don't all shoot me down in flames for consuming alcohol whilst pregnant - that's another whole debate).

Anyway, my study floor is slowly disappearing under discarded tissues that never quite make it to the bin when you throw them. I'm sure the keyboard is harbouring up some nice germs too and all I want is to be well enough for tomorrow's Maple Festival in the next community. I missed it last year thanks to a throat infection too. Maybe someone is trying to tell me something?

If I make it to the Maple "do" I'll tell you all about it. If not, then I can always share my snotty tales of a weekend with the tissue box.