The photograph above represents an artist’s impression of how it feels to be living inside my head just now.
My throat hurts, my eyes hurt, I sound as though I’ve had a series of voice coaching lessons from both ‘Whispering’ Bob Harris and Leonard Cohen, and now I’m dizzy.
I’m off work today to recover. A day of rest, paracetamol, decongestant, Vicks Vaporub and Megazone pastilles ahead methinks.
In other news: Spot is back home now. We are now £212 poorer, but all the richer for having a more comfortable cat. (That makes him sound like a sofa!) Two hundred pounds?! They’re taking the piss!
Our task for the next seven days is to administer four separate medicines at various points throughout the day, including one where we have to open the pill capsule, pour half the contents (in powder form) down the cat’s throat, and then reseal the capsule in order to do it again eight hours later. Oh, he’s going to love that! (Irony.) Fun, fun, fun…!