Ache, cough, splutter, curse. A triple Lemsip with honey and Famous Grouse hardly begins to blur the edges. It's been down-hill now for two months. Couldn't even beat porky Jim Ferg at bad-minton tonight.
Only ten days since the last viral assault, and once again my defences are crumbling like old cake. Plus I've got a nasty bit of conjunc-tivitis. What's that all about? An immune system that's in total Gordon*, that's what. It's bleak. I'm finalising the will tonight.
*Gordon Brown - meltdown
