I have not been swallowing swords or fire or crushed glass, but my throat is acting very much as if I have. It appears that meeting a friend to chat about writing progress was not a good idea when I already had laryngitis.
And now I've had to cancel dinner plans. And I'm sitting here (completely silent now) wondering where the waitstaff is, and why no one is bringing me soup. Or tea. Or ice cream.
Back in just a bit with an Emma post.