The end is nigh!

These bloody germs do get around. I seem to have succumbed to the lurgy that struck Kate down at the end of last week. On Friday morning, I returned from a lovely evening with friends I haven't seen for too long and felt disticntly sub-optimal. However, I put that down to the copious quantities of red wine I'd consumed with much gusto. Silly me! BY Saturday, I felt as if I had been run over by a steam-roller and doing anything physical seemed to take far more enegry than it should. The arrival of the delightful sarah_mum was able to restore my perk to something nearing normasl levels and we summmoned up the energy to re-paint my bedroom. We set off a magnolia-bomb. I know magnoilia is as dull as ditch-water, but it makes sense if the house is going to be sold.

I was pretty much shattered by this and I could barely help Sarah make dinner for the 4 of us. We retired to a nest on the sitting room floor and I had a very rough night. I woke at about 4 with a raging temperature, agonising aches in every part of my body and a sense of balance that seemed to have deserted me as I made my way to the bathroon - nice! There was little peace for the wicked as I had to check the stock on the farm and help Sarah to do the second coat of paint on the bedroom. I was wrecked when we did go to bed last night and had a very entertaining night dreaming strange fevered dreams.

It's Monday now and my temperature is still all over the place. I'm achy and shivvery. However, I have plenty of company. Sarah is fast asleep having spent the first half of the morning wobbling around the house and looking very pale, whilse complaining of feeling hot; and Alexi has also been struck down and is giving my sickness a run for its money. Finally, Kate has contacted me to say that her lurgy is no better ad she is staying at Robin's until tomorrow morning. As a result of all this illness, I've just had to go into Oakham to buy up a strategic supply of paracetamol. Unfortunatley, the ridiculous nanny-state rules mean that I can only buy 32 at a time so I've had to trek around 4 shops to make the trip worth my while. Exactly at the point where I really don't need to be venturing out at all, let alone spreading my germs far and wide.

I've come to the conculsion that I really am ill. I have no desire for chocolate and I don't seem to be "in the mood" for other forms of R&R! Call the knacker-man now!!! Whilst I wait for him to arrive I will change my t-shirt 'cos it is soaked with sweat, take some more paracetamol, drink loads of water and try to get some more sleep.

The end is nigh!

These bloody germs do get around. I seem to have succumbed to the lurgy that struck Kate down at the end of last week. On Friday morning, I returned from a lovely evening with friends I haven't seen for too long and felt disticntly sub-optimal. However, I put that down to the copious quantities of red wine I'd consumed with much gusto. Silly me! BY Saturday, I felt as if I had been run over by a steam-roller and doing anything physical seemed to take far more enegry than it should. The arrival of the delightful sarah_mum was able to restore my perk to something nearing normasl levels and we summmoned up the energy to re-paint my bedroom. We set off a magnolia-bomb. I know magnoilia is as dull as ditch-water, but it makes sense if the house is going to be sold.

I was pretty much shattered by this and I could barely help Sarah make dinner for the 4 of us. We retired to a nest on the sitting room floor and I had a very rough night. I woke at about 4 with a raging temperature, agonising aches in every part of my body and a sense of balance that seemed to have deserted me as I made my way to the bathroon - nice! There was little peace for the wicked as I had to check the stock on the farm and help Sarah to do the second coat of paint on the bedroom. I was wrecked when we did go to bed last night and had a very entertaining night dreaming strange fevered dreams.

It's Monday now and my temperature is still all over the place. I'm achy and shivvery. However, I have plenty of company. Sarah is fast asleep having spent the first half of the morning wobbling around the house and looking very pale, whilse complaining of feeling hot; and Alexi has also been struck down and is giving my sickness a run for its money. Finally, Kate has contacted me to say that her lurgy is no better ad she is staying at Robin's until tomorrow morning. As a result of all this illness, I've just had to go into Oakham to buy up a strategic supply of paracetamol. Unfortunatley, the ridiculous nanny-state rules mean that I can only buy 32 at a time so I've had to trek around 4 shops to make the trip worth my while. Exactly at the point where I really don't need to be venturing out at all, let alone spreading my germs far and wide.

I've come to the conculsion that I really am ill. I have no desire for chocolate and I don't seem to be "in the mood" for other forms of R&R! Call the knacker-man now!!! Whilst I wait for him to arrive I will change my t-shirt 'cos it is soaked with sweat, take some more paracetamol, drink loads of water and try to get some more sleep.