Sick and Disgusted

It looks like the crazy weather we recently experienced- four seasons in a week - has finally tripped up my immune system.

My eyes feel like water ballons, my throat's thick, and my nasal passages are filled with that sticky stretchy mucous that feels like melted mozarella and tastes like, well, snot.

But that could just have been hay-fever. I didn't accept I was truly sick until I realised, deep in my sniffling head-muffled misery, that the only food I wanted for lunch was takeaway combination Chinese.

And I was actually disappointed when they'd run out of sweet and sour fish.

Now that's sick.