I shouldn't have gone in to work tonight – too ill – caught Beloved Other Half's case of the dreaded lurgy. Still, made it home safely.
It's not that nothing's happened during the last week, it's simply that at first I was too busy to write, and then too grotty.
Seems very harsh that for the second time in six months I should spend the last crusical few days of a sitcom-writing contest too ill to write at my best.
Will struggle on in search of crisp comedic moments!