I am not very well at all, no sir I am not. The last time I was this sick it was November 2013, I was in Leeds and we had to freeze wet towels so that my head did not burst into flames like cartoon Hades. This isn't quite as bad, but I do have to freeze my own towels this time around so it evens out. I've spent the last couple of days in various states of denial over the fact that I am actually sick, alternated with trying very hard to sleep it off which has not, thus far, worked. I've managed to watch every episode of Real Housewives of Cheshire and now moved on to Broadchurch but, as you may have noticed, that's as far as my productivity has really managed to stretch. It is quite hard to type when you're attempting to smother yourself with your own bedding, and as such I've missed a few days on here but to be fair I only get really sick about once a year so I feel like I can give myself a bit of a break, just this once. 

I have been doing a lot of thinking about writing though. I'm very much in the mindset of wanting to write a book at the moment, and I've got a few pretty concrete ideas I've started to work on but I am also facing the age-old Maddi problem of not being able to decide which one to focus on first. I have figured out what my next Monday post is going to be about though and I quite like it, so stay tuned for that. At this point I'm assuming I'll probably be back in action by the weekend so we should be back to regularly scheduled programming very soon. 

Back to the matter at hand, I am the worst sick person of maybe all time. My dad gets Man Flu and I think I must have inherited it from him because as soon as I get a sore throat I feel like everything else in the world should just stop whilst I lie in bed with several servants to attend to my every need and a vitamin cocktail hooked directly to my veins. However, I am also very aware of this fact so whenever I DO get properly sick I end up lying here wondering whether what I'm feeling is actually that bad or if I'm just a big baby until I get up and try to do a normal activity and discover that yes. Yes indeed, Madeleine, you are in fact quite ill. 

So the horizontal life it is. If nothing else this has cemented how much I love my bed, so that's nice. My brain is hurting even more than before so I will now take my leave and perhaps go make a very strong orange, carrot and ginger juice, but before I do that I would like to take a rare moment to outwardly acknowledge how great you guys are. Not finna get soppy because that isn't my #branding, but straight up over the last few months you guys have been absolute ballers with your comments and tweets and I do very much notice it. You are witty and sassy and supportive, even when I'm just having a pity party over an exaggerated cold. So thank you, tiny dancers, for all that your jolly little hearts do. Now I am going to make my juice and then lie down for a long time, and I will see you in a day or so.

Many blessinz. x0