My lovely hubby is in bed with the lurgie. Seems very much like food poisoning, except we can't work out what he ate last night at bro Simon's 40th party that I didn't. Poor boy is feeling rubbish. Doesn't help that he's off to the US yet again in the morning – Miami this time – and he would rather not be wasting the day lying in bed feeling like crap. I'd rather he wasn't, too. Hopefully he'll be feeling better by this afternoon.