Raging tonzi tonsul sore throat, totally amazed to get an appointment at the Doctors. Usually you have recovered or died before the next available appointment. So ..
Braved Eva to get to the quack's for 8.30. Soaked to the skin and almost blown away getting there. Ditto coming back. Then on the bus to Mum's, unavoidable unfortunately. Hopefully keeping as far away from her as possible while I was there so as not to pass on the lurgy.
Back on the next bus to Asda for the bits SWMBO "didn't forget" and then finally home, where I collapsed in a wet, steaming heap. (Settle down at the back there - I know who you are!)
A large cup of tea and an very large dose of Glenfiddich Special reserve later I don't feel any better but really don't give a damn any more.
Roll on the Test Match on Saturday
Merry Crimbo all.