It was 3PM and no articles had appeared on either site. last week I think I was averaging eight or nine a day and, so having filed only a handful yesterday, the complete lack of material was startting to ring alarm bells back in Clerkenwell. But Darren's texts went unanswered.
I truly feel rotten. Since Saturday noon I have been off my food, just about managing half of a small portion when the Mrs took me out to lunch. Life is about lying in bed with Oakley, drinking lempsip and orange juice and occassionally getting up to watch a back episode of Grantchester with the Mrs. She leaves Bristol at 3AM tomorrow for a business trip to Helsinki and I am really not sure how I shall manage the logistics of that.
Pro tem it is another lempsip and back to bed with the morbidly obese three legged cat.