Things to do when one is an invalid

Surfacing from a rotten bout of a rotten virus that's had my temp up and down like a yo-yo, and my throat feeling as if I'd swallowed a roll of barbed wire. Fun. Not.

All I've been capable of is looking at pretty things on the internet, like the pics on this wonderful blog, Paris Parfait.

Go have a look. It's nice and sparkly and shiny, and makes me feel a whole lot better just looking at it.

Submerging again,  to wallow in sickness like a Victorian spinster.