Just popping in whilst feeding 2 dgc in Derby. I'm almost redundant. One is playing football on an iPad (iyswim) and one is being Hermione in her bedroom and I daren't venture in for fear of ruining some scenario!
Thank you all for your good wishes yesterday.
We didn't do much as I was still suffering from being 'glutened' and it would have been a waste. Instead I made one of DH's favourites. - skinless, boneless chicken thighs with cheese roulade in the middle, kept together by being wrapped in pancetta. He was quite happy. 
I also looked me up on Google. I, apparently, can't spell my own name but, if I could, I'm a black American popular singer who has been dead years. 
My real name is quite unusual, to the extent that I have to spell it sometimes. When I Google that I found 4 but none of them me. Could someone just check that I exist. Worse than all of that, it's not even me when I look in a mirror - it's my mother!!
I got passively stoned driving over Snake Pass a very long time ago - that was really scary because the driver was properly stoned! 
Can you give us a clue fennel?