Ow.

I'm not sure that there's ever a good time to be hit by a nasty stomach virus, but in the middle of the local Doctor Who fan club meeting has got to be a spectacularly bad one. Hats off to club organizer Judith, who spotted that I was ill and stopped me from trying to do something silly like drive myself home. Fortunately Daniel was able to come and get me.

I've managed to sleep a little, and have progressed from feeling utterly wretched to moderately wretched.

Needless to say, this completely screws up all my previous plans for this Saturday. Stupid viruses.