Snow Patrol

Ever had that weird lurgi that comes on you out of the blue, kicks the crap out of you and then buggers off, leaving you feeling OK, but vaguely embarrassed about the whole episode?

"Oh, you look awwwful!" said d, coming home from the local Tesco store. I nodded.
"Good. If I felt this crappy and looked a million dollars, I'd be cross," I mumbled.
"Go and have a nap for an hour," she suggested. It was near enough lunchtime anyway, so I obeyed her without protest. She woke me in stages - it was one of those deals where when you first wake up, you feel like you'll never move again, but after an extra ten or fifteen minutes, you begin to feel, as Jerome K Jerome probably put it, that you perhaps won't die today after all, and that s spot of lunch might bring you back firmly within the realm of the living.

Had intended to go swimming this lunchtime, then got knocked on the head by this lurgi, and that put the tin hat on that for a while. When I woke up feeling relatively fine, I figured I'd just go and battle the lanes of water-traffic tonight instead. Then we looked out the window.
"Holy crap!" said d, pulling the curtains back to show me.
"Brr," I shuddered.
It was snowing. Proper snowing, so to speak, not just airy-fairy trying-to-snow. Big fast flurries of fat flakes, that seemed to be sticking.
"To Tescos, Batman!" said d. I didn't question her decision - at the first sight of snow in this country, people panic. If we waited an hour, there'd be nothing on the shelves. So we took advantage of our almost-ridiculous proximity to everything that matters in this town, and legged it. Getting there, it looked like the austerity principle of baking your own bread was really taking hold - pretty much an entire shelf of flour had vanished between d coming home and telling me I looked awful and the two of us returning, about four hours later.
"So - still going swimming dear?" asked d as we struggled back up the steps to our place.
"Yeah, cos I've always wanted to try my hand at pneumonia," I muttered. In short - bugger it all to Hell, am staying home and warm. And, thinking about it, am doing a web search as soon as I finish blethering to you lot - for a freakin power chord for this bike! It's kinda sitting there now, looking like a long-lost but equally long-suffering spaniel pup, all big wet eyes and "nobody loves me". Clearly not true - it's an evil bastard given half a chance, but getting on a bike at the gym a couple of days ago felt good, felt right, and if I could only find the chord, I wouldn't have to dice with pneumonia or feel guilty about every morsel of grub I put in my mouth, cos I could just come upstairs to the office and pedal those morsels right the Hell back off...Right, let's see...Bremshey Cardio Comfort Control leads...