Well, I went home early on Monday feeling like crap.
I am pretty lucky in that I generally don't really get sick, but man when I do I am most definitely the crappiest patient ever.
So I finally got home and quickly changed into the obligatory ill fitting clothing that make you feel all nice and comfy and set up camp on the sofa.
Aoife (my someone special) called over and made me soup and coffee and really looked after me.
I was on a day off on Tuesday so was able to do much the same the next day.
Here's the thing.
I had a bit of a cold.....
You would swear that I had just received a baboons liver in a botched mexican operation with the way I was going on. Feeling sorry for myself, unable to make myself a lemsip or food.
This post is an apology to Aoife for being such a whingy fecker.
Worst thing is that Aoife went home sick on Wednesday with a viral infection. Still I reckon that wasn't my fault :)