Harrumph.
Despite not having been further than
The Griffin on Christmas Day, and being on my own since Christmas Eve until Furtle got home on Sunday evening, I have developed an irritating chesty cough, which has disrupted my sleep for a couple of nights. This is most unfair; I am getting all the wheezings and squeaks that I used to get when I was a smoker and which I had happily dispensed with. It is most annoying.
Now I am faced with the prospect of going back to work tomorrow, the wisdom of not taking the entire week off is staring me in the face, tutting at me. I have to say that I don't fancy getting up and trolling in - especially since
ellefurtle bagged the entire week off herself. Still, it's only for two days and then I have a couple of days off next week to make up for it.