Sick As Two Small Hospitals

This morning's appearance in work should be sponsored by at least 3 of the major pharmaceutical manufacturers. I'm smothered with a cold and as husky voiced as [something sexily husky voiced that's not Kathleen Turner]. I've already started on my should-be-patented get-well-soon regime but it has yet to take effect (except perhaps on my mood, which is decidedly upbeat for someone whose glands have swollen out as far as her ears). My colleagues are starting to fear for their own health so my hacking cough and I have been ordered home as soon as the rain eases off. "But I can't sleep" I complained croakily "and I'm bored!" "Watch a DVD, read a book. You're not getting any better in here."

I'm halfway through Graham Rawle's wonderful Woman's World so I think I just might.