It's been waiting in the wings a while. A sore throat and a bit of tiredness. When I came to London 15 years ago I said 2 things: "I don't do feelings" and "I don't do ill". I was shown very quickly that I was wrong on the first one. It's taken a bit longer to concede to the other.
I could go on about how I've had to spend all day in bed and then had to change the sheets because of the hazard warning on our bedroom. I won't though, because you don't want to hear it. Instead I'll be grateful that I have a loving wife (who is also poorly) to look after me and that really, my health is pretty good.
I'm just not very good at being ill.
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