And no, I’m not referring to work. Although it could just as well be a name applied to that. No, in this case it’s a sore throat and a general feeling of impending illness. Although apart from the sore throat I don’t *feel* unwell, I’m waiting now, for whatever lurgee is going to pounce.
It’s hard for me not to work, but I know I did start to feel very rough last night while I was trying to finish off getting the ‘hard’ bit of the floor done; so it’s probably best for me to not try and squeeze in a few hours of work this morning – although come 10 I’ll probably wander to B&Q and M&S (the former for some solder, the latter for some salad and some throat / cough sweets).
For the moment I’m consuming lemsip/beechams and wishing my lounge was more finished, so I could sit in it. Sit anywhere (apart, obviously, from the upright dining chairs on which I’m sat).
