I really feel as though I should get cake, but in the absence of being arsed baking a cake, I got to spend the day in bed instead. The only down side to that was that I'm in the grips of deathly illness.
It really pees me off how the husband has a sneeze (I may be under-exaggerating for dramatic effect), and I end up half dead (I may be over-exaggeraing for dramatic effect) from exactly the same lurg.
It's completely unfair.
Going back to bed now, where I intend to sulk until I fall asleep with tissues stuffed up my nose and clutching a packet of panadol.
Night night.
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