I’m bugged – stomach bugged, that is. My wife was ill with this bug about 10 days ago, and I thought I had got away with it… I spent a good portion of last night shouting for “Ralph” on the great white telephone. The rest of the time I was alternating between the shivers and being too hot. At 7,30 I got up and went downstairs – I was just too uncomfortable lying in bed.
I decide that I am too ill to do my vlog today, so I post an apology video to my YouTube channel and resolve to do it at some stage over the weekend (assuming I’m feeling better than I am right now).
My wife lights the fire for me and leaves me in the company of a packet of Rich Tea biscuits and a bottle of Lucozade. I spend the day lying on the sofa, and snoozing most of the time, awakening periodically to feed the fire and take more paracetamol.