Stick them with the Pointy End

So today, I am confined to my bed, pretty much paralysed with the pain of a monthly visitor.

The bad news is: my whole family has gone out to lunch today, leaving me effectively alone in the house and sorely missing the banter I have at these gatherings with my favourite mad English aunt and my godmother.

The good news is: this time next week I will be preparing for a nine-hour flight to the States, and this is NOT the kind of problem I want to suffer through on said flight. Screaming babies are bad, but this would be a proper nightmare situation for me.

I’m trying to decide which one outweighs the other.