28th December 2017
I feel like shit today, looks like I caught some of Gina’s clag. I drove into Ilminster to get stocked up with cold remedies, and went back to bed.
I was running a fever, and a rough chesty cough, it all sounds like lines from the “twelve days of Christmas”. Nicola and Colin had arrived back from their holiday with hacking coughs, and mental exhaustion. The thought of being stuck in a coach for seven days with a load of old people is not my idea of a good time.
Another Lifetime to go 