Why is that your body always knows what your plans are?

Yesterday, during a Law Week event in which two people dressed as chefs attended a mediation meeting referreed by a woman dressed in a full boxing uniform with gloves, I suddenly started feeling off colour. By the time I got to the Law Week Oration by Lex Lasry QC about defending unpopular causes in a climate of fear, I was positively struggling.

So, my body has held out through the comedy festival, the film screening, and even most of Law Week. But now, the day before I board a plane to HOLIDAY CITY CENTRAL, my body decides to pack the flu alongside my toothrush and my new shoes.

The worst part is, Rita and I are both in this together. I swear, if either of us ever got pregnant, the other one would suddenly shack up with someone just so that we could schedule in a convenient double-birth (preferably in the same hospital so that we could still have production meetings).

So, I missed my first diary entry in a while yesterday, and I might miss a few more if the illness and the literary glory of the Writers' Festival all gets too much. Hopefully I'll be able to report back, like the Official Media Representative from the Standing There Productions Fact Finding Team, with many cutting edge and salient points from the front.

Even if I do mostly just end up complaining about the flu.