Yet again I find myself waking up with that head-in-vice sensation that tells me I've caught yet another cold. That feeling where you know what you want to think, but your brain decides it's going to meander a bit and take in the scenery before getting there.
I was doing so well too. I'd gone 6 months without so much as a sniffle, now two colds in almost as many weeks.
Let's see if Mr Lemsip can get me back on my feet. I'm going to call in sick but I might limp in this afternoon; I don't think I can stand the boredom of slouching about my flat all day.
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