Yesterday I got a good old fashioned tummy bug. Nausea, sickness, tummy pains and spent a boring/enjoyably lazy evening in bed watching the X Files season one. I can't believe I was 12 when it first came out. I remember it so clearly, it used to terrify and thrill me all at once. By the time Steve came round to entertain his sick fiance I was actually beginning to get really scared of the poltergist episode. He gve me a nice excuse to stop watching without looking like a woos xc