I have the flu, so in lieu of many Christmas posts I am bringing in some guest posts. Watch this space.
(Oh yes, I got over the second cold, went to my work Christmas ‘do, and promptly caught another. This one is horrible. That is all I have to say on the matter.)
Until then, I leave you with…
I raise my head from steaming my head over a bowl of hot water and blow my nose into a tissue.
“Ooh,” I say. “That was a good one.”
I hold up the tissue and show MindReader just how wet it is.
MindReader looks at me for a moment. “I wish I was at work,” he says.
Poor billygean
( Everyone’s had this horrible thing, but of course, it’s much worse for you. I spent a blissful Sunday thinking it was a hangover from a Christmas party, only to realise as the evening dragged on, my throat got worse and the weird temperature didn’t go away, that it was something worse and longer lasting than a hangover…
That’s a genuinely impsersive answer.
[...] “Nothing can go wrong between now and then, right?” I say. Though really, I should have said nothing more can go wrong; in the past week, MadFather’s broken his ankle and had surgery, I have exhausted myself ferrying him around and have woken up with my Christmas Cold that graces me on the 22nd of December every year. [...]