"Damn and blast lurgy" said Kim, the words coming easily through force of habit.
I dragged myself to York last night in spite of feeling nonspecifically awful. I'm now feeling more specifically awful, vis hot/cold and shaky, as well as prolific snot, and managed all of about half an hour of sleep. I could force myself to ride, but it'll be Type 2 fun at best, and the prospect of DNFing in this condition really doesn't appeal. Fuck it.
I expect I acquired a cold in the waiting room while getting my flu jab. Ironic virus bastards.
Good luck anyway hulver.