The one good thing about feeling sick is that I can justify sitting on the lounge watching DVDs, without feeling guilty about the 101 other things that need doing.
Mind you, one can't escape work for too long. I've just spent an hour talking one of our new lenders through the process of ordering a valuation. When I take holidays I think I'll change my phone number, or else let the answering machine pick up.
Which brings me to another (minor) source of irritation. Nearly every day when I get home from work, the answering machine is blinking but the mysterious caller never leaves a message. Ah well, it's their money they're wasting. Just a nuisance, is all.