Pregnancy poorliness

So, following my sicky episode yesterday morning, I declared that I felt too ill to do the weekly Sainsbury's shop. Thankfully, my heroic husband volunteered to face the Ladbroke Grove supermarket hordes solus. I crawled weakly to the garden, hoping the sun would revive my spirits. And funnily enough, no sooner had Matt slammed the door shut, I suddenly felt well enough to don my new bikini and indulge in a spot of proper sunbathing, happy in the knowledge that the chores were in safe hands...