Today I travelled to Sainsbury’s to buy some Lemsip. I was supposed to be working in the morning and walking in the afternoon but so many simple tasks become almost impossible to carry out when you’ve got a roll of Andrex shoved up each nostril. I haven’t got man flu and I’m not moaning and groaning but energy levels are low and I just don’t feel right.
In fact, tonight I haven’t even got the energy to blog and, as I’m dribbling all over my keyboard in the most unhygienic way imaginable, I’m going to wander off to bed with a large glass of vodka and Night Nurse and have another crack at this tomorrow.
Sniff . . .