I seem to be getting the shitty end of the stick at the moment.
Three weeks ago I succumbed to a bout of Norovirus.
Ten days ago I came down with a bad bout of the flue. I’m just recovering now.
Two days ago I buggered my back. I keep moving around the house muttering Ouch Ouch.
What else can happen in the run up to Christmas?
Of course I may be saved from any more misery if the end of the world happens next Friday, as supposedly prophesied in the Mayan calendar.
