This has been a bit of a plague house since Wednesday or Thursday.  Jayne was sent home from work because of her flu-like symptoms, and now I seem to have the same sort of thing and at exactly the wrong time.

I am a few working days away from having been at the new company for two years.  In that time I have not had a single day off sick – not even when I went into hospital at two in the morning on a Thursday night, and it would be good to actually reach the arbitrary two-year mark.  On the other hand I do feel like crap with a sore throat, temperature, dizzyness, etc. and I wonder if I going into work for the last there days will mean I keep the symptoms for Christmas. Again.

When I slept most of Saturday I thought it was just a reaction to going out for four nights in a row, including two trips to London and more than my normal amount of alcohol.  By now I think I can stop blaming it on the maotai.

Its not all bad though.  After West Ham were robbed by Villa yesterday we were saved the ignominy of dropping into the bottom three when Man City lost, and because Spurs lost too we stay on the same points as them.  Some small consolation.

Just in case it all takes a turn for the worse I went out today to get Jayne’s presents instead of waiting until Christmas Eve as per normal.