I woke up with it, I took a couple of painkillers, they didn't work, I took a magic migraine pill, it worked for a bit....I had lunch, took N-J to her exam then fell asleep for FIVE hours! Guess what? when I woke up the migraine was back, I took more painkillers (strong ones this time) again nada, took another magic pill and went back to sleep. At least when I woke up this time, somewhere around 9.30pm, my head had stopped feeling like it would explode into a gazillion pieces but c'mon fellas this is just crappola deluxe. I have spent all day either asleep or feeling like hell, if I didn't feel so hellish I would be having a massive tantrum right now.On another note, a weird thing happened yesterday. I had spent the night dreaming I was at a funeral, I didn't know anybody there but I was assumed was my dads funeral because we are very close to the anniversary of his death some seven years ago. It was very sad and left me feeling very tearful and fragile for the day (migraine territory perhaps?) Anyway when I got home from work I went through the post, something I never do because it is invariably bills, and found one that looked vaguely interesting so I opened it immeadiately. It was a letter from my fathers cousin informing me that his Auntie Rita had passed away at the grand age of 95, how spooky is that? I think this lady was actually one of my godparents but I had no idea that she was still alive. I wish I had known because my dads family is something of a mystery to me since his own father had died when he was very young and we had little contact with the Batty family. I would have loved to have met and talked with her, she was the youngest of 10 and a bit of a character, she lived a full and interesting life. I was going to talk about the rest of the letter but having written it all out and read it back I have decided it would be deeply uncool so I'm just going to say I was very touched by it.... Rest in Peace Auntie Rita you will be sadly missed.