Constant companion

I've got a horrible head cold. Brains made of cotton wool, sinus aches, fuzzy hearing, continual tiredness and inability to think straight. Ugh, boring.

So while I'm at home, mainlining Day Nurse, my kindle keeps me company with trashy thrillers (I've abandoned my more "worthy" book group novel). I've got no idea where this illness has suddenly materialised from - how does this happen?!