It's Monday morning and I'm not working because that would be just plain silly. Not silly like the time last week I tried to make custard using only my own opinions, took egg, cream, milk and sugar and mixed it up in pan to create....very sweet scrambled egg (you can still eat it). Just silly like it would be silly to work on such a grey and dreary morning. I am ill. I have a head full of snot and a throat full of lumps. And I have so much to do! I'm off to Vienna tomorrow to visit some rellies and not only do I have to pack, I have to pack up some eBay shit and go to Crawley to buy Viennese uncle a DVD. I can't be bothered. I'm going to sit here sniffing until the very last moment.

I've never been to Vienna. It will be a very interesting experience I'm sure, but I'm faintly ashamed of the fact that I'm most looking forward to seeing what the shopping is like out there. I'm also intrigued as to why the Vienetta, a kitsch and pretty disgusting confection, is named after the city. Remember when the Vienetta made a simple family dinner special? And then do you remember the day you realised the Vienetta was actually quite horrible and that you were better off with Haagen Dazs?

Anyway, I don't have much to say, but when I return from my fact-finding quest (hopefully with a new outfit or two!) I will of course Blog it right up. Now...I'm off to take some ibuprofen and have another bash at making custard....