Cold Blooded

I thought I'd managed to shake this virus off, but lo and behold, I woke up this morning shivering and feeling like someone had stuffed a melon in my head. Thankfully with today and tomorrow being my days off work I had no major obligations, but it took a few hours before I felt up to going out into the rain and fetching supplies.

I am now ready to wage war. Weapons-grade Lemsip; check. Cup-a-soups endorsed by Ainsley Harriott; check. Packet of Kettle chips; check. Not really necessary to my immune system that last one, but it comes in handy when you're tucked up in bed listening to Albion beat Leicester 4-1 on the radio. Even the virus was boinging.