The Lurgy Has Struck

I’m very bad at physical illness.  I’m like Frasier when he has a cold, very sorry for myself, and demanding food and drink at all hours.


It’s an odd thing really; I’m pretty good at shouldering mental and emotional stuff; I just scream and moan, then get out of bed and on with the day.  But give me a heavy head cold and I’m confined to barracks moaning and groaning.

Fortunately I’m not often ill.  But today I am; my head aches, my limbs ache, my nose is producing enough snot to float a battleship and I am tired, tired, tired.  Having got OH to make me breakfast I shall probably sleep a little more.  Plus I’m getting through the paracetamol at a rate of knots.  I’ve been taking echinacea and lime and ginger tea with turmeric.

So I’ve mostly been dozing in bed, but I did eventually get up and watch back-to-back episodes of ‘Inside No 9’, ‘Dad’s Army’ and ‘Frasier.’  Waiting for Holby to come on now.

See you on the other side…

Kirk out

PS It’s odd that I should post a link to ‘Frasier’ when the news broke of his on-screen father dying.  Here is Kelsey Grammer’s tribute: