Urgh

I think it's a migraine. I had a terrible headache yesterday, and then awful digestion until after 2 am, and then there were three people in my bed who weren't me, and now I'm all seaweed-limbed and miserable.

Today is the last day before guests arrive and we have to get the house ready for beds for four more people. At least Linnea and I did her bedroom yesterday. And the ground floor isn't too bad under a surface layer of clutter. But the kids' shared bedroom (they share it with enough toys for a small department store in a major capital city and international transport hub) is terrifying.

In more cheerful news, I've been watching Lark Rise to Candleford and finding it charming. It has Julia Sawalha, who I've loved basically my whole life, and it's all about people who are basically decent and crises which are resolved fairly happily and there's no huge horribleness or malicious ill-will carried out on-screen. Given Emer and I've been watching Call the Midwife and Downton Abbey and The Paradise and things, it's a huge relief.

I'll have a go at that one with Judi Dench next I think. Cranford?