...or probably just a puny l'il cold but would still like some huggy sympathy, cyber Lemsip and tales of empathetic woe preferably to do with 'this time of year.'
Hmm, I like that idea.....perhaps whisky, big dollop of honey, squeeze in as many lemons as my lips can muster without totally disappearing. But yes, mainly alcohol!
Despite everyone's lovely words, I'm still ill....cue the music, if you're a Smiths fan. Bugger. And am missing out on a weekend's climbing on cold gritstone, too..... :'(
Thank you, Mr B! And thank you all, although I must admit that I'm still woefully ill and with Shrewsbury wrapped up in Hound Of The Baskervilles fog, this is truly the onset of Sarah's long, cold winter...