Friday, 1 May 2009

You rotten swine!

You've deaded me!

Well, no. Not correct on either count. But I have caught something icky and I'm going to lie on the sofa in my tracksuit (which is a strange place to keep a sofa) and drink hot chocolate until it passes. Or I do. One of the two.

And I'll be just like Bluebottle.

6 comments:

Wanderin' Weeta said...

Tylenol, plenty of liquids, rest. It's what the doctor ordered.

A bit of feeble moaning from time to time helps, too.

Get better soon!

Anonymous said...

Drinking hot chocolate!?
Keeping the gin for hand-sanitizer, ay?

Hogwash, we're calling it here.

d

Dave Coulter said...

Aw, that's a drag. Hope you're better soon :)

Snail said...

A bit of feeble moaning from time to time helps, too.And shuffling. I seem to be shuffling when I get around, instead of walking. Maybe it'st he effort of getting up off the sofa?

It has to be hot chocolate, d, because I've run out of gin. I'm wondering who to call first --- the bottle shop or the ambos?

Thanks, Dave. I'm at that pathetic midpoint where I'm not well enough to do much but not sick enough to require help. What I really need is a mother to fuss over me. Preferably someone else's because mine was a nurse and would have told me not to be such a sook.

Sherrie Y said...

Oh, dear. Having just spent the last two weeks listening to someone else's feeble moaning and crossing every luck-ensuring appendage I own to avoid contracting the same ailment, I wish you the speediest recovery.

Snail said...

I seem to have rallied. Just a bit of a cough and a pallid complexion. Went to lunch with chums and managed to force down some consomme. (Note: the bit about the consomme may not actually be true.)