Unff...
So, the situation's this. Still half-deaf, wobbly, queasy and not moving my ass off the couch. d on the other hand was fine when she woke up this morning. Then midday chimed, and just like Scrooge's ghosts turning up promptly at the stroke of the clock, it was as though d got a package of lurgi. As I write this, she's a bundle of sniffing, coughing misery on the other couch.
My pal Rebecca's recovering from an UberLurgi too. Everyone in d's office has been coughing and spluttering all week. Ma, likewise, is in the midst of a lurgi right now.
So basically, it's time to paint a big red cross on the air all around this town right about now. Might as well just condemn the whole blithering lot of us. Time to stay indoors, huddle together for warmth, and see whether we can make it through till Monday.
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