It’s been a hard week.
I went down with flu on Sunday and couldn’t move for two days. I managed to struggle into work for the rest of the week but my heart wasn’t in it and I was just trying to survive till the weekend.
The main symptoms (aches, pains and fever) have now receded and I’m left with a painful barking cough, no lungs and no optimism.
Letad has a filthy cold and between sneezing and coughing has been struggling to soldier on. Neither of us have felt this ill in a long time.
Needless to say we’ve both been extremely miserable and the prospect of moving in a month is less than exciting at the moment…