That weird gap between Christmas and New Year's Eve. Very quiet, very grey, very drizzly. Schlepped to the launderette and Clapham Junction. Everyoe was hacking away, and I feel kind of sick now. I do NOT have flu, though. Uh-uh. I've had my jab. Tried to turn the mattress. Can't do it on my own. Jeezus... Changed the sheets, anyway. That's quite a big job with the new megabed. Oh, what a dull day.