From Facebook archives
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Got Ferretfingers's lurgie.
Shivers and teeth chattering, cold and hot, cold hands and feet, aching between the shoulder blades and top of chest, arms like lead and achy too, horrid unproductive cough, no appetite (to each cloud there is a silver lining). Have to sit down or lean somewhere after walking downstairs.
Going back to bed
How are you, sick chicken?
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Still laid low at Chateau Midden.
Still nackered, no appetite and coughing up green gunk.
Have spent most of week in bed without even the hwyl to read.
Now got pain in my side from coughing.
The basic chores ie washing up is getting done (I think) but nothing else.
"I'm going to have to do some washing soon or we'll run out of
knickers."
"That's all right love, I've got loads, you can wear mine, I'm sure you'd
get into them."
And they said romance is dead ...
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