When you live in fear of something, you worry that voicing it might make it come true. That has been the case for me today. (Whispers...) I think I might have man flu.
I will be fair to myself - I've actually avoided any type of cold for pretty much exactly a year. As I normally get a cold every six months or so, I'm quite proud of my Vicks First Defence and echinacea combo to date. But I have a scratch sore-ish throat, and a teensy headache. If I were a man, I'd be curled up in bed by now, demanding food and a tummy rub. Or maybe that's golden retrievers. I get them mixed up.
I am SO ill (well, considering the possibility of a mild cold) that although an exciting new printer arrived for me today (big fan of the gadgets), I haven't even bothered opening the box. That is super-super-super ill. It is a very big box. The sort of box small children like to play games in. I hope when I open it that it doesn't contain small children. That would be frightening. Particularly as I'm unlikely to open the box until Saturday. I wouldn't want to be responsible for a child trapped in a box for a few days.
I think I might be rambling. It's probably the man flu fever. These things happen.
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