This is a cake that looks like a UFO.
There, that’s about all I can offer at the moment.
I have some form of debilitating flu strain that has rendered me deaf.
The weekend was spent in my bed, my husband medicated me, which led to bouts of out-of-body experiences.
Deafness is noisy; I have heard a constant wheelie-bin race on the tar road outside my window.
At one stage, I heard the theme music from On Golden Pond replay (transmitted, I was certain, via the fillings in my teeth.) over and over for four hours.
My bed floated up to the ceiling and then spun around like a washing machine’s inner and it was all I could do to cling on.
All that from legal drugs.
It was simply awful and I can’t think why recreational drug users would choose to enter a state like that.
Colin Firth stopped by on Saturday afternoon for a bit of a cuddle that left me drenched in feverish perspiration, that was quite nice …
(I am seeing the doctor later this morning for proper medication which will, hopefully, kick in immediately and restore both my hearing and my sanity.)