Man-flu

After managing to sidestep every virus that's felled the rest of the family this winter my luck ran out. So much for getting ahead of my study schedule. I've been suffering womanfully for the past two days and whilst it's nice to share, I've had enough. You can have it back, guys, any time you want.
This means I've spent a lot of time doing, for want of a better term, online research. I was fascinated to read one of the nominated stories for a forthcoming award, which appears to have been written as a tribute to the late Catherine Cookson, a sort of Tilly Trotter in the 25th Century.
Damn, I can write cutesy with an edge; why didn't I think of that?