Quittin' time

I am giving up! I have done some really good reading today and have one more article to get through and then am leaving it for today. And I have 'learnt' some lang... Bit of a lame effort in all though considering how long I have sat here for. But I am feeling rough as rats AND I have taken some cold capsules. I have a headache and blocked up face and am mightily miffed and feel that nothing can be done except a spot of deep-wallowing. I am trying to get DB to enthuse in said wallowing but he seems to be coping just fine and ignoring my beseeching eyes and sniffly attempts at garnering sympathy. I shall crank it up a notch in an hour or so. Although he did offer to buy some take away dins to cheer me up but actually that seems pretty gross. I fancy some veggies so am making carbonara and salad.

Ag DB has just walked by making a lot of noise about his poor back and has got himself some peas from the garage to put on it. I have informed him that there is only room for one wallower in this town, and that is me. To no avail so far. Well we shall see!

Better run down and hog the settee before he gets there and settles down. Oh no! I can hear the tele whine - I am too late! I had better not be subjected to stupid sport or I will be angered. Maybe we can cut a deal and watch The DOND (deal or no deal) and have a chuckle at the idiots who seem to have missed the maths lesson about probability and chance at school...

Tomorrow will be better!

xxx