The last couple of days I have been feeling less than 100%. Today was undoubtedly the worst, and I accepted defeat, got Dave the Slave to do the chickens when he came round, threw some food at Baby Troll and went back to bed for most of the day. Only emerging to put the kettle on for tea at intermittent intervals, change the book of choice, and sling more sustenance Baby's way.
The latter was delighted... for once he was permitted to watch as much TV and play as many PC games as he wished, depredate on his bike (on the strict understanding he stayed in the yard and did NOT go down the drive) and generally slob out without the omnipresent guiding hand of Mummy making sure he did his quota of chores and work. The Kittens and the other cats were also pretty chuffed that they had a nice warm body in the big bed to snuggle up to and a captive hand giving them a stroke from time to time. Troll was patently somewhat relieved that he is still ensconced in the Algerian Autistic Man Camp and therefore was not expected to supervise Mini/be asked to make edible food (unlikely, but in extremis the attempt has to be made)/look after me or otherwise Do Useful Things. The only person suffering, therefore, is ME.
Naturally I am NOT happy. Don't worry, guys, this isn't swine flu - it's just a minor bug - but normal transmission will be suspended until I'm back on my feet again. In the meantime doubtless the world at large will continue to throw events in my path calculated to make my blood boil to blogging temperature so watch this space...
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