Barbie in a Trough...where else should she be? Got back to London on Sunday from the Devonish trip which was lovely.......brilliant friends and home.............an excellent antidote to Sarf Lundin . Must have touched something I shouldn't have or breathed in the air that was ripe with "vice".........................by Tuesday I was feeling a bit spaced. Went to gym and pretended to work out. Left feeling short changed and lightheaded. That was it: Ill................. oh hell was I ill! Acute muscle/joint pain, ever increasing headache and the need to throw up every time I moved.................and absolutely no energy. Not nice. I thought that I might possibly go and see a doctor on Wednesday I felt so bad. No way.............. I didn't even have the power to get out of bed and look for the number...let alone dial. The last time I felt as bad as this was when Thatcher left Downing Street. I doubt that anything so sweet will happen this time.........but perhaps ...