Wug

Well, I think it's safe to call it more than a little snuffling cold now, and poorlarians is sick too, suffering more than I am. It didn't stop Friday night from being pleasant, and Saturday was just downright grand with chums and rugby. But we had to find the out of hours doctor on Sunday; the symptoms are pronounced and very unpleasant, and I have to face the fact that I am bloody ill. It's strange how quickly things change; Saturday morning I could move the sofa, Sunday morning I couldn't move myself. And now, I am unable really to carry on writing.