I have been struggling manfully (ie complainingly) with a cold since the weekend which I put down to Miss P’s visit, bringing with her all those ‘student flu’ germs, and yes, I know that flu is a virus
Anyway, I finally succumbed this morning. I woke at the usual time with a banging headache, a rasping throat, a tongue like sandpaper and barely able to speak. I groaned, rolled over and didn’t surface until noon.
I stumbled around and bravely stirred my own Lemsips — blackcurrant with a dash of sugar, shaken, not stirred — in the hope of finding sympathy, but there was none. So I coughed and coughed, read the paper and recorded some BBC7 programmes while I wheezed.
I cheered up when I saw that there were three consecutive UEFA cup matches to watch on the telly, albeit on the snowstorm-ridden Channel 5.