Sunday evening I fell asleep on the settee for about an hour and when I woke up I felt like there was something living inside me, I was sweating, yet I was freezing to the point that my teeth were chattering, and I could not breath.
I took some Nurofen, made myself some nice Lemsip drinks, wrapped two duvets around me, watched series one of Little Britain and ended up falling asleep about 4am in the morning.
When I woke up this morning I was more or less the same, although I had stopped sweating profusely.
I spent the majority of the day wrapped up in t-shirts, jumpers and a big coat trying to keep myself warm as I was still shivering like a woman who has just seen Adrian grinning at her from across the room.
I spent most of the day at the computer, updating East London Hosting and doing a few jobs that I have been putting off for quite some time.
I had to abandon my warm “cocoon” because on Mondays I have to get my dad his money from the Post Office and it did not matter how sick I might be how dare he go one day without me picking up his weekly money. It makes no difference if he had about £300 tucked away in his dressing gown pocket or not, today is payday.
Well WWE Raw is on in a minute so I’m gong to settle down on the settee and with half my wardrobe on.