I've literally just crawled out of bed after a day of my face jammed into a pillow (George Michael, eat your heart out).
Unfortunately, the recovery from illness I had hoped for yesterday didn't materialise, and last night into this morning I felt worse than ever.
I can now best describe my condition as "numb," although that might have more to do with the almost three hours listening to Steve Wright reading out "great show, Steve" e-mails from sad and misguided fans. What a twonk.
Much more amusingly, Vanessa and Jamie have just returned from a day out at the National Media Museum in Bradford - and Vanessa's feeling a bit guilty.
They apparently had a fun time but, on the way home, an elderly Scottish couple took more than a passing interest in White Jnr (pictured above) who they thought was very cute. For a girl.
Vanessa overheard them talking about "her" and how pretty "she" was. They initially offered "her" some toffees, which Vanessa politely declined on the "girl" Jamie's behalf, so they very kindly gave "her" a drink instead.
By this stage, according to Vanessa who had made no comment clarifying Jamie's gender one way or the other, she was going to point out that Jamie was male rather than female.
But then came the killer question from Mrs Elderly Scottish Person.
"So, what age is she?"
Vanessa paused. And then she bottled it.
"She's 20 months."
Rest assured, this is a story that will be relayed to Jamie many times in the years ahead.
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