Sick

And of course today is Cleaner Wednesday 

When all I really want to do is stay at home, sit around, watch television and bumble about online I am forced to flee the house. Embrace a few hours wasted in coffee shops, just waiting until I can go home again, dose myself up on Lemsip, feel sorry for myself and potentially go back to bed. 

I really don't want to be unwell for Bruce Springsteen in Coventry tomorrow, the way I was feeling earlier I could have readily pulled out discarding the £65 ticket. But despite remaining a soggy mess of snot and nasal congestion I do feel slightly more human and hope that I will feel even more normal tomorrow.  Sore throat is improved and my glands are reducing.