I have a cold. Bah. It's a bad one too - bunged heed, runny nose and sore throat. I thought I had hay fever, but this is a cold. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, and was so shattered of body and spirit this morning that I had to pull sickie. It was merited though. No really, I have enough residual catholic guilt not to go sick from work unless I absolutely cannot drag my skinny white ass into the office.
But I've filled the chassis up with paracetamol and tea and have rallied a bit. It's nice being at home during the day, isn't it? I haven't turned the telly on though. That way madness and indolence lays.
What to do for tea though?
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