With a note from my Mum

I've been guilty of a little blogging absenteeism lately, so I've indulged in a little hypochondria to try and explain away what basically amounts to a combination of laziness and a disturbing lack of things to say. Think of it as the kind of note you always wished your Mum would write that could act as a get out of school free card - better than the Monopoly version, that's for sure.

So that headache that's been lurking around for a month or two? Nothing to do with allergies or a failure to drink enough water. It's a brain tumour. An aneurysm. A stroke. The stomach ache you got from eating too much stuff that was bad for you? A sure sign of a stomach ulcer (actually, given my current coke intake, that one might be true). The pulled muscle in your side? Appendicitis. So, here's the note...

Dear Reader(s),

Please excuse Killi's prolonged absence from her blog, as she has been recovering from a no doubt fatal illness that can only be diagnosed by putting her symptoms into Google. The most likely diagnosis to date appears to be chronic repetitive stupidity.

Yours sincerely,

Killi's Mum (Lulu)

There you have it. Yet another example of why I should not be allowed near a computer when I am both tired and tending towards a migraine. Who says paracetamol/ibuprofen are safe drugs? I promise not to medicate and blog in the future. I also promise not to let it go so long that nobody knows about the bizarre running woman the other day...but I have to hold something back for tomorrow now, don't I?