Feeling better...

I fell down the void smack bang into unwell. So let this be a lesson… do not blog before you know the full facts. I am however feeling much better. Well I have recovered enough to go into work. It is quite surprising how quickly the flat can disintegrate into chaos when you’re not keeping on top of things. I have at least 3 loads of hand washing to do (humph!), washing up and rounding up of odd looking insects to release into the outside world; their names definitely weren’t on the list.  

My colleagues have been amazing checking how I am and asking after me. I realise they think I’m a bit odd as I haven’t gone to the doctors and I won’t, not yet anyway. If it continues then obviously I will do the sensible thing but I have a feeling that I need to choose my battles around here. If I go to the doctors and start taking antibiotics too early I may regret it later on down the line and let’s face it I am going to have to toughen up.

What was the most unfair thing about being ill? Having a temperature and dreaming about food – ah food, glorious food. Amongst those dreams were: fresh bread cut into thick slices, toasted with a thick spread of butter, steamed asparagus with a poached egg and grilled pancetta and the one thing I am guaranteed not to get out here – steak. I think the brain, or perhaps it is just my brain, has an odd sense of humour sometimes.