Did you wonder where I was? We went to the cinema to see Iron Man 2, and I came home and was violently sick.
To be fair, it probably wasn't Downey Jr's fault. It was either a bug, or the sight of poor Mickey Rourke, who looks as if he's been caught in a series of horrific fires.
After two days on the sofa sipping tea and watching old episodes of Frasier, I was feeling well enough to face the world.
And then I read Kate's blog about proposals to change reporting laws regarding rape and started feeling violently sick again.
The feminist in me demands justice. The convalescent in me calls for cake. Time to decide - what kind of a woman am I?