I’m down with a flu and all I want to do is lie in bed with Kleenex and have some music on. I’m not in the mood for any controversy but all the main characters in my life have decided that today has to be the day for high drama, making me respond and plead with them in a feverish haze, clogged with mucus. If you’re not in a position to make me a cup of tea right now then please don’t make things worse. I really can’t argue back or pamper your inner gods and goddesses.
It is a pity to be down on a day like this, the first sunny morning in a really long while. I will have to go out for at least a bit I suppose, if only to replenish my stocks of tissue and soup.