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Uh-oh. Man Flu.

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Today, I had my first day off work for 2 years, having succumbed to that most evil and debilitating of ailments - Man Flu.

I'd forgotten quite how dull it is spending the day doing sod all and feeling sorry for yourself. Still, I had a tin of soup for tea and some cold mash I found in the fridge, so... Winning!

In case you're wondering where the Better Half is, she felt so sorry for me she buggered off out to her work Christmas do. Can't say I blame her - the pathetic coughing and sudden temperature changes annoys the hell out of me to.

Having woken up at 2am feeling like I'd been gargling razorblades, it was no surprise I slept in a touch. Mind you, you know you're getting old when that means 9am, even when you're ill. I missed the opportunity to go for a beer with the boss on our last day in the office, and also missed out on bidding farewell to a colleague who was leaving today. I did send him an abusive message on twitter though, so that should be just fine.

And here I am. There's a week to go until Christmas, and the Mrs is working most of it. Expect random blogs of varying levels of quality. You've been warned.

Blimey - it's got warm in here again...

(CD for sickly person: Bowling For Soup's "Rock On Honourable Ones!!)

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