When I started my new job all of my new colleagues warned me that I would get ill.  I work on the reception desk at the social welfare office, so you can imagine that some of the people I encounter may be a bit germy.

On Monday I awoke with a sore throat and a slight headache.  I was in bed by 8pm that night.  This gradually progressed over the next two days until last night I whiled away the hours in a feverous state which caused Mr Pigalina to become quite concerned as I thrashed around trying to get the blankets off me.  Usually I can't get enough blanket and will gladly wrap myself up so that I am snuggly as can be.  The night was also punctuated by loud honking, phlegmy coughs that caused Mr Pigalina to think I was vomitting everywhere.  Poor Mr Pigalina did not get a full night's beauty sleep thanks to my carry on.

So, on doctor's orders I am to spend the next few days in bed, guzzling liquids, anti-biotics and paracetamol.  I am currently in bed with Ricky Gervais and Ade Edmonson for company.  Mr Pigalina said that I wished such lazy time upon myself after seeing what a great time our friend Rodney was having off work nursing a broken thumb.  Tis true I did comment that it looked like he was having a great time but I failed to remember that to be off work requires some form of painful accident or illness.