I’m sick! It’s not fair! I’m tired! I have a headache! I have a cough that sounds like a small dog stuck in a clothes dryer. I’m all sniffles. I want to sleep but I can’t because The Boy is off gallivanting and the Punk is here gallivanting. I don’t have any medicine. Or my Mummy to look after me. Or soup….
Can you get swine flu from being forced to watch too much Pepa Pig…?
I think I need some of this;
I don’t have any, of course, but I could easily obtain something that is obviously related, and as such must surely have some of the same healing properties; a bottle of vino.
(…for those of you with your dialling finger poised above the phone while you Google the number for DOCS, I swear I’m kidding. Mores the pity. Achoo!)