Hi,
Only have got 7 minutes---what to write?
Well, my cold has gone into my chest, my dears, and talking is still a difficult issue---fortunately, we're training on new call centre software today, so my phone time is at a minimum. I sound like I've been gargling with a combination of pepples and ground glass, though, and some of my calls are having a hard time understanding me.
Well, I simply must get a mobile or something. That was brought home last night, when I woke at 2am, so congested, I had a slightly distressing few minutes when I couldn't barely draw a breath. My next door neighbour, across the hall, had to get rid of his phone and internet service, as well (a lot of working poor in my building) so if I need an ambulance in the night, I'd have to literally go downstairs, outside, and start pounding on doors and hope someone answers--which is only 50% likely, in this part of the globle.
I spent most of Sunday resting. Wrote a few more chapters in the Doctor Who story I'm messing about with. I just had him teleporting into a small plane that was threatening the London Eye--and saving the day, of course. I'll probably never publish this, but it's giving me something to do, at any rate.
Well, 3 feet of snow on the ground here, but temps are getting somewhat more springlike, this week.
jenray
Pro 
Bummer about your chest...big hugs to you, Playwrite...XXX