Rather than getting a white Christmas Lucy and I ended up with a washed out Christmas. It all started just after the turkey feast on Christmas day, Lucy was feeling a bit strange and so when to lie down. Two hours later she had a temperature and the shivers. Two hours after that I went down. We ended up cutting the family plans early and retreating home. To which the next four days were spent in a complete mess having been struck with one hell of a flu bug. We completely missed all the celebrations and only just managed to venture outside again to see in the New Year. Now that I’m back at work it is best foot forward and can only presume it was a sign. I hope 2008 is going to be a bit better.