After 5 days with the worst flu I have had in years, I realised that NO ONE HAS NOTICED I AM ILL. I have just got out of bed for longer than an hour or two for the frist time since Tuesday night, and NO ONE NOTICED. To tell the truth, I feel slightly miffed at that. On the plus side...no, I can't think of a plus side to a vacuum of concern, muscle wastage and the death of a small forest to keep me in tissues. Unless the coughing fits have increased my core strength? Who knows! All I can say is I hope you don't get it. It's a bastard. Maybe I should go to people's Fringe shows and cough all the way through. They'd notice then. Geraldine, who believes she has very right to be sick and huffy.