ugh. I hate being ill.

ugh. I hate being ill.
it all started on Saturday night – an innocuous sore throat.
today I feel like death warmed up. I really shouldn’t be at work, but there is just too much to do. Might cry off early though, and get some zzzzzs

yesterday was a day for abject silliness. A long lie-in, followed by a trip to Arundel (stopping for that rare commodity Рpetrol Рon the way) to play silly buggers with AW on the putting greens. really good fun, and a cheap bit of silliness too, costing only £1.60 each!
well, I thought it was exciting anyway. AW won by some margin, but I reckon that with a bit of practice I can thrash the pants off her (oooer).
might try to get the posse enthusiastic about the idea of going for an afternoon of putting soon.

work life seems to be returning to “normal”. our parcel people are getting back to work after the fuel debacle (I refuse to call it a crisis – debacle seems much more appropriate), so goods are moving in and out again, and so is money. all good stuff.

plans for the week? college homework tonight I think, college on Weds and Thurs, a post-college beer sesh on Thurs and possibly some more beer on Fri. I can barely stand the pace.