God, I feel shit today. My throat feels like it’s had the lining ripped out and my nose can’t make up its mind whether to block up and suffocate me or dribble all over my face.
Work wasn’t too bad. I contemplated calling in sick, but didn’t fancy the reception I’d get from my boss. He says if I’m not well he’ll understand, but I don’t believe his promises anymore. As it turns out, the air conditioning in my dept helped a lot and I generally felt in a good mood.
In our usual disorganised fashion, we didn’t realise we were out of cat food and milk until this morning. P has managed to coerce J into taking us to Asda, but that won’t be until about 11pm.
Here’s hoping I feel better tomorrow…..