Hypochondriac

As my family and friends will know I seem to always have something wrong with me, almost as if I enjoy being ill! Which I can assure you I don’t. But public transport twice a day and G teaching snotty little children means I am exposed to more than my fair share of germs.

My normal course of action would be to take to my bed and have G bring me drugs and lots of tea and sympathy however, he isn’t well either and has parents evening all week so is exhausted. So, I am struggling on, with the aid of cold medicine and hundreds of ultra balm tissues to try and stop tissue nose. You know when you nose goes all red and flaky from blowing and wiping it so much. Such an attractive look, only beaten by the smearing of Vaseline all over your chops to help stop it.

I must be well by the weekend though because my baby brother has decided to grace me with his presence for a few hours on Saturday, think it might have more to do with the crepes on offer in Wimbledon though!