Cold

I had plans for the weekend.

I had to cancel them.

After work next week, I was supposed to be driving to Cornwall for my mum’s birthday.

I’ve had to tell her that I’ve postponed.

By Sunday evening, I have even had to acknowledge that I am not going to manage to get up at crack of dawn and do the 45 minute rush hour drive tomorrow morning. I have rung in sick.

I have a cold.

I haven’t had a bad cold for ages.

I had begun to think I was invulnerable.  Working in a school of over 1,000 boys, I believed I had developed a cast iron immune system.

I was wrong. 

And now I am achey and shivery and sniffly.

Bah!