I'm at home today, sipping a glass of squash. I haven't had anything to eat since about 5pm yesterday, most of which I puked up at 12.30am this morning. I've spent the rest of the night and this morning feeling queasy. Jonathan didn't feel too good either, which makes me wonder if it was our tea... a meat pizza at a worldwide famous pizza restaurant. He's gone to work anyway, despite having had diarrhoea and feeling ill. He's got a deadline soon, so he's struggling on. I know I would feel 10 times worse than I do now if I was working, so I'm glad I stayed home today. Although tomorrow's the last day before the Christmas holidays, and it's going to be a very busy one. I hope I'm better by then, but I don't really want to force myself in...

I wonder if LC came in. There was a thing that she cancelled Saturday pm due to illness, and she'd been ill for a while before. YK is supposed to be off today as well- she keeps getting shingle-type spots lately. And MB may well have not been in either, as she went home ill Thursday morning, and wasn't in on Friday either. But then, she might have got better over the weekend. So there's a possible four of us absent today. It can't be helped. It's no-one's fault, just the way the cookie crumbles.