Cough... cough... (wheeze)
My lungs are full of gunge, my throat is in flitters and hurts when I cough. What a total fucking waste of a midweek day off. I should probably stop smoking really (but I loooove smoking... mmmm... lovely fags...), but it really seems to be a genuine infection of some description. If I go to the doctor he'll just give me antibiotics and charge me ?50. So, soup and cough mixture and blankets are the order of the day.
Missed my 6th of 12 swimming lessons last night too, due to cough splutter ow ow ow groan (lie down). Bummer.
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Esther says your dead. ha!
Posted by: Babs | February 16, 2006 11:40 AM
Oh no she didn't so :-P
(for those of you confused by 'Babs' comment, Esther is our swimming teacher)
Posted by: Matt | February 16, 2006 1:02 PM
Maybe it was something in that dinner from Nikki ;-)
Posted by: sliabh | February 17, 2006 2:05 PM
Oi neighbour to be - shouldnt you be nice to me or run the risk of my being a neighbour from hell....you have already removed any possibility of being invited over for dinner now so :-P
Posted by: NKL | February 17, 2006 2:47 PM
Well if you floored himself, maybe the dinner invite withdrawl is a good thing!
Posted by: sliabh | February 18, 2006 8:33 AM
Hang on a minute, I thought we'd already established that I would be the one doing the cooking?
[in which case Seamus, I reckon you should be safe enough coming over ;-)]
Posted by: Matt | February 18, 2006 1:58 PM
You're getting swimming lessons? You like live on an Island. Surely it's mandatory should you ... um ... want to escape.
Posted by: Adrian | February 20, 2006 10:02 AM
These days, they have boats for any 'escape from the island'-type scenarios. And also planes. Plus, I didn't live near the sea. So :-P
Posted by: Matt | February 20, 2006 10:33 AM