Sick. Sick as a dog.

I am feeling exceptionally sorry for myself this morning. I'm curled up in bed with every duvet and blanket I can find on top of me, because I just don't seem to be able to keep warm. Had a very unpleasant night, the details of which I will not share with you.

Being ill is a bad thing. It needs to go away.

Published by Adam Tinworth

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  1. You are doing the right thing. I recommend several hours of daytime television – that’ll get you back on your feet in no time.


  2. If it’s any consolation I came down with Tonsillitis on Christmas Day. And the week before that my gran died. And it rained in Scotland the whole way through the ‘holiday’. Who says Scottish people are all miserable?


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