Life

Poor, poor, poor me

I’m at work right now and I’m suffering. I haven’t had a cold for more than three years, and I’d forgotten how horrible they are. I’m at the sore throat stage right now, so I may have to go to the pub at lunchtime and have a soothing, medicinal Bailey’s… because I’m classy like that.

I’m conscious that there’s nothing more boring than hearing about someone elses piffiling illness (second only to what they dreamed about last night, or describing the route they took from place A to place B, naming every ‘A-road’ and motorway for the whole trip)! So, I’ll stop my moaning and have another hot-lemony drink. Sniff.

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