By some miracle

I have spent almost all week under the influence. Of Lemsip, Beechams, Benylin and the ocassional hot tody or two with a load of casserole. I hate catching colds. It is probably the most unproductive thing that can happen to a person. Things get half done, half cooked, half cleaned, half attempted. Generally halfed. Like my half attempt with my hot date on Friday. Don't get me wrong, it went well in the end but as a consequence this cold has made its feelings perfectly clear. It has an obligation to stay with me a little longer. But I want a divorce!