It didn't start off well yesterday. I woke at 4:50 and couldn't get back to sleep. Now wide awake and unable to swallow properly I stumbled downstairs.
I ached, therefore I was ( just) and I had a pathetic little cough.
Someone had come in the night and swiped all my energy away from me. Everything felt a little heavier, even the mug of Lemsip. Surprisingly, I had an appetite by 5:45, so I had a little porridge and on the good advice of my mother, I attempted to "sleep it off".

So... did I wake up feeling refreshed and ready to "seize the day"? well, no, not really. The aching had gone, which was a bonus, but that stupid cough was still there and now I was thick with mucus. Also, (and I'm convinced viruses have a sense of humour here,) my brain felt like it had had a spin in the blender and thus coherent thought had been suppressed. I could now also pass off a very convincing 70s "Tunes" advert.

Today I woke up and found that I had a voice that could jump 4 octaves, seeming with a mind of it's own. Making me sound squeaky and ridiculous. By mid morning and a couple of lozenges later, I almost sounded human. However my stomach is now sore and hurts from the pathetic coughing of the last two days.

Still, looking on the bright side, I should be over this by Christmas. I've been ill to some degree every Christmas for as long as I can remember and life wouldn't be cruel enough to gave me a double dose - would it?