I have a week off over Christmas and I'm ruining it by being ill in my own time.
Sucks doesn't it? I spent Christmas day dispensing snot like broken water fountain. Today, I've combined the runny nose with a sore throat and now, in the latest turn, a tickly annoying cough that feels like spiders disco dancing in my throat. My wife is terrified that I have the flu (owing to the fact that when I did have the flu she didn't believe me, and she got told off by the hospital for not calling an ambulance, so yeah ladies, manflu
is real), but this is just a stupid bog-standard cold. It's guaranteed to cure itself just in time for a far worse ailment to arrive: the inlaws at the weekend.
I fear this is stopping my full appreciation of my Christmas pressie gin bounty (another three bottles for the bar). Come on Bob, where's my charity concert and record?