O self-loathing how we love thee

[ailbhe]

So far today I have been very poorly and treated with being tucked up in bed (ow) sat on (ow) force-fed imaginary rice-milk custard (er) and chips with brown sauce (thank gods they were imaginary), and then done two loads in the dishwasher, washed and dressed self and two children, done a load of laundry, and tidied three rooms.

Then I sat down and started to feel like a useless lazy shmuck.

And I still have Creeping Crud.

I think we're going to the greasy spoon caf for lunch today. I can't cope. Waah!