I’m getting fed up of April already. It’s only the second and I have spent 100% of that time ill.
Somebody coughed on me and now I have germs inside my face and chest making me groggy and poorly sick.
My nose is stuffed with mucus, My back is sore, my arms ache, my head is on fire from the inside. My eyes feel bruised... is that even possible? to have bruised eyeballs?
My lungs have turned to sandpaper sandpaper and my kidneys are currently being used to ensure that there is no possible way I can get comfy.
It hurts when I do this . . . . (ow!) And when I try to do this....... well, words can not do the pain justice.
But today is the day when I am supposed to talk about the letter B.
But I really am in no fit state to type today.
I can't even think of a catchy title. Bed? Bad Back? Boring old fart should just walk it off and stop Being a Bum?
I only managed to crawl out of bed around 2pm to find Mrs H watching those Twilight films.
The utter horror!
Thankfully my pounding headache and knotted stomach forced to look away and concentrate of feeling sorry for myself long enough to not care.
That’s why B (todays letter) is a very short post indeed.
I have not eaten and therefore do not have the strength to fight stupidity.
Today they win. Today the Morons and fools and pillocks and numbties can have their day…. It is April fools day after all.
But be warned. Tomorrow I shall be hungry. I will be miffed and angry and … other words as well.
The letter C fast approaches and so too does my bed.
It has not been a good day.
B is a rubbish letter anyway.