While it’s probably true that men moan more than women about being sick and that Kathryn was ill last week and probably was just as sick as me but didn’t gurn quite so much… I’m poorly.
I thought I had fought off the common cold with my attention to drinking orange juice, eating vegetables, and taking multivitamin tablets: but no, what started off as a sore throat and eventually a streaming cold at the weekend has developed into some joy-filled flu-type-thing, complete with aching muscles, always feeling cold (except when feeling hot), difficulty of eating more than two meals in a row, interesting colours in my handkerchief, lack of concentration, bad breath and many other minor quibbles.
The problem is, of course, timing: why couldn’t this have come in the previous six weeks of term, when relatively little was expected of me? Rather than this week, when I have a presentation, an assignment, a book review, a sermon clinic and a piece of coursework to hand in within a period of eight days?! Not to mention a car wash for Easter Camp, CHW Reunion and Sunday church.
Thank you for reading my moan. And now, on with the show! >>>