I'm better - really fabulously better. My headache has gone, my cheeks are deflating and I am actually full of beans. It's probably best if I don't advertise this to Mr Smith too obviously unless I want to iron all the sheets and wash up. My still slightly puffy underchins are turning yellow which looks like I haven't washed my neck or I'm turning into an iguana like the one I befriended in Mexico when everyone else went to play golf.Reading: The Black Tulip
Watching: Twin peaks and my dog asleep in a sunny spot on the floor next to my bed
Smelling: Gorgeous soothing Liz Earle face oil applied to the puffy bits
Feeling: Much happier.
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