I caught it from Amelie, who'd picked it up from her 4-year-old cousin on Tuesday. He appears to be the fount of all known disease, and frankly she needs to steer clear of the boy and stop trying to snog him on the sofa. I had a sore throat on Thursday morning, but I assumed I was just hoarse from answering the phone. By mid-afternoon though, I was struggling to speak, and by the time I drove home from Crowborough in the Thursday afternoon rush hour, my nose was more congested than the traffic. I woke up yesterday morning with a splitting headache, and when I stepped out of the shower, I decided to throw in the towel.

Anyhoo, I need to go and get some paracetamol, but the good news is that as I type this, we now have a lovely new cooker. The chap who turned up on his day off to install it told me that the fingerless fitter had plastic surgery yesterday. I expect he thought a nose job would distract the eye from from his hands.
3 comments:
Get well soon. I'm sure you'll get lots of sympathy. Lisa's probably knocking up something gourmet on the cooker as we speak. Feed a cold, starve a fever.
Very observant! Good thing you didn't spot the circular saw!
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