I wake up this morning with full blown man ‘flu – eyes that feel like pickled onions, nose running like a tap and a voice reminiscent of Barry White. I woke just before 7am, and attempted to go back to sleep. At 8.15am I gave up trying, got up, got dressed and went downstairs to give the dog her breakfast.
I feel like death warmed-up, so am very grateful to my wife, who takes over dog walking duties today. I get a large load of logs in from the back garden, light the fire and prepare to slob around on the sofa for the day. I seem to be getting a lot of practice at slobbing around just lately, and I’m getting very good at it (if I say so myself). Tremor is breaking through quite a bit today (left leg and right arm), but I’m assuming that’s because I’m a bit under the weather. I can feel my nose getting more and more sore as the day goes on due to the fact that I’m blowing it every 2 minutes. I drink hot lemon and honey (made for me by my wonderful wife) and work my way through the packet of Strepsils lozenges that my wife came home with last night – I think she must have known that I was going to be suffering today.
It’s Cromer Firework display this evening – it was originally scheduled for New Year’s Day, but was postponed due to adverse weather conditions. We would normally go along to watch, but I’m not feeling like standing around in the cold with thousands of other people milling around, so we are giving it a miss. I’m sure we will be able to see (or at least hear) some of the display from our back garden if we get the urge. Me? I don’t really feel the urge – I’m quite happy to stay in the house by the fire.