*stares* now, that's just not right. It's like letting your phone ring in a cinema! I mean, I saw Les Mis with bronchitis and stuffed myself full of throat-sweets to prevent coughing (let me tell you, stifling a choking fit during Bring Him Home is one of my greatest achievements to date. Didn't even let out a squeak from opening until the applause when he finished).

And oh! Last night, discovered a new trick. I'd let my hair semi-dry pre-work, twisting it up tightly to pin in one of those massive hairclips. When I unpinned it, if fell in a perfect coil down one side of my neck, almost to my sternum - thick, perfect and shiny :D I squeed in pleasant surprise :D