… but ever since I got to the UK, I’ve been in quarantine with a bad dose of swine flu.
No, not man flu … or even man swine flu … but the real pig sponsored disease thing.
Seriously, all you had to do was tell me you didn’t want me to write my blog anymore – you didn’t have to go to such extremes, I’d of listened. Honest.
Anyway, you’ll be happy to know your evil wishes have come true as they’ll be no more blogging from me for at least another 10 days – not just because I feel like death, but because the only internet access I have is my crackberry and to be quite honest, the roaming charges writing this post will have probably crippled me.
So with grudging respect, I salute you – but please can you stop wishing me ill, it really isn’t very nice and you have my Mother worried sick.
On the bright side [for me, that is] I’ve caught up on 39 years of sleep, lost weight because lifting a fork is hard work and saved money by not being able to buy 10,000 DVD’s so I guess all in all, it’s been quite good for both of us.
For a cynical bugger, I may have to admit that inside every cloud there is a silver lining … but don’t hold me to that, this is a man with a 39.4 temperature talking!