Why is it that when one invariably wakes from slumber in the bed of sickness, the first thing one wants to do is ring the office and have discussions about things?
Sadly I don’t think I’ll be schooling this evening, though I might teeter down the yard to shove some sliced apple down Vin’s throat.
Still not looking for sympathy.
Now then, what time’s Jeremy Kyle on?
B.
Isn’t trashy daytime TV the best thing about being ill?
I love it when I am too sick to go to work but still well enough to watch Phil and Fern from the sofa.
It’s the Jeremy Kyle thing. Love it; it’s surely what the phrase ‘car crash television’ was invented for?