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smokingboot ([personal profile] smokingboot) wrote2005-02-16 11:21 am

Feeling terrible

My throat hurts. Surely this cannot be the fault of the asparagus. But I was fine yesterday before I ate the green stuff. I liked it too. I feel betrayed.

This morning's breakfast will consist of an instant coffee and a slab of bread covered in chocolate and hazelnut spread. In deference to health and goodness, the bread will be wholemeal.

[identity profile] evilwillow.livejournal.com 2005-02-16 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Poor bear :(

I haven't had chocolate in aaaaggessss now. But then you mentioned nutella and I had a sudden craving!

There is a rotten cold doing the rounds at the moment, hope you haven't caught it

Love and hugs

W
xx

[identity profile] thru-her-lens.livejournal.com 2005-02-16 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
*hugs*
Hope you feel better soon!!!!!

[identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com 2005-02-16 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I am determined not to have caught it - the evil thing gets 24 hours and then it must sod off. Pills, capsules and my mother's garlic cure (no patent necessary cos no other eeejit would take it) will make me well.

Re Nutella, sorry! But fresh tasting juicy clementines would be just as nice. We've got lots of big oranges in the house, and I can't be arsed to peel them!

[identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com 2005-02-16 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Me too! *snuffles pathetically* I blame the asparagus!

Ah well sorry

[identity profile] ellistar.livejournal.com 2005-02-16 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Please accept my heartfelt appologies for in all probability giving you the seven day cold and twelve day cough. It is a nasty little bugger with two days in particulare being most evil. Stock up on tissues more tissues strepsils, lemsip, plushies to cuddle etc. Oh and avoid the whole flamethrower thing for cleaning it has ... consequences.

Jem

Re: Ah well sorry

[identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com 2005-02-16 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
...Groo...urgh...so it was you...all along...*gack ack ack*..you'll pay for this...the moment...I can leave...my duvet...