I finally gave in today and took to my bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep for ages and consequently felt dreadful in the morning.
I know it is only a cold but I have felt very unwell all day. The last time I had a cold was 18 months ago and the time before that was just after my mother died. For some reason feeling unwell has made me think a lot about that period which is a rather depressing thing to be doing.
My father taught us the expression "sicky-bad-no-weel" which I guess is now regarded as Ulster-Scots. My father who came from a family who delighted in words explained it was something a Protestant man who used to frequent their pub said. They all found it incredibly funny and my uncle who has lived in Australia for more than 50 years still uses this if anyone in the family is ill.
I watched 3 episodes of The Bridge Season 2 and I drank around 20 cups of tea.
I am not going to work tomorrow either.