I am poorly sick still, so I'm not in Brussels. Not impressed.

I spent most of the day playing for sympathy and coughing pathetically. That's when I wasn't sleeping, of course. I don't like being ill - it's desperately boring.

Watched Presaue Rien with a big mug of home-made Lemsip and a duvet. Very nice indeed. The beach shagging scene is particularly, um, pleasant. Who would've imagined Stéphane Rideau as a bottom? Grrrr.