I bumped into Soda Farl on my way home from work. He had been away for the weekend.
"Oh my God have you been sick?"
"You look really washed out."
"I don't mean to go on about it but you look like someone has actually drained all the blood out of you."
I think SF has been watching too much Nordic Noir.
I still feel awful but managed to stay at work for most of the day.
I was becoming depressed spending so much time at home. The news is particularly grim at the moment and I have read far too much about Rolf Harris who, unlike Jimmy Salville, I really liked when I was a kid.
I am having a day off on Wednesday and am going to a matinee of Wolf Hall. I'm looking forward to it very much but am a bit worried about my racking cough which will not make me a popular person to be sitting beside in the audience.