Lemsip and TV

I'm not well.

Seriously. I'm not just pulling a sickie (not that I'm admitting that I ever call in sick to work when I'm not. No, no, not me. I'm just saying, you know, that some people sometimes pretend to be ill when they're not, and that's not what I'm doing today. I'm not saying I'm one of those people... bugger, is this starting to smell of 'the lady doth protest too much? Anyway...)

Basically, His office apparently doubles as an experimental laboratory for breeding new strains of the common cold, and unfortunately since I have to sleep with him (as in, in the same bed. I don't have sex with ill people, that's disgusting [well, except that time when we'd just moved in together and both had flu but kept double dosing on cold capsules so that we could feel well enough to fight crime for half an hour before collapsing again]), it means that I end up catching whatever new virus he brings home.

So, my throat is so sore I've resorted to tapping twice for yes and once for no when He asks me questions, and my nose appears to be trying out an imitation of a leaking tap - quite succesfully. Oh, and let's not forget the first day of the illness, when charmingly it mutated especially for me and made me vomit for four hours - something which He didn't suffer from when he was in bed with this lurgy last week.

So yes, I am ill. And, having read this back, possibly slightly delirious from all the Lemsip...