Monday December 8, 2008
I thought for one nasty moment when I woke this morning that I had sunk back a couple of days. Not so. Just an over-night accumulation of gunge that needed to be cleared. Took it out of me, though, and I went back to bed to sleep through.
That’s not the bad news, though. The bad news is that poor Graham now has his cold or, perhaps, ‘flu, really, really bad. I’m just off out to fetch the kind of medication that suits him best and which he finds acceptable. He’s poorly, and in need of a bit of TLC, but he’s not at death’s door because he’s still expressing an opinion on what he will and will not take. In my experience, a bloke who’s seriously ill will take anything you pour down his gullet.
It’s not much fun round here, anyway, so I’m going to take a couple of days off from journalling and such. Be back with you all well before Christmas.
Keep safe!
