Bah Twunting Humbug

This gastroshittypuckycoffsplutter bug that I have is driving me to distraction... I'm getting 20 minutes at a time and my neighbours must be really suffering from the constant flushing of my loo... mind you, she's stone deaf and he's got a gammy knee so not likely to run round to complain really. So what am I doing... I'm in bed, watching TOTP2... the xmas special... still, was worse earlier.. Viva Keneivil.. or how ever you spell it... Was enough to make me consider slashing my wrists as a healthy option...
Spoke to The Mister earlier, on line and with poor connection, all very odd but that's for tomorrow ... apparently I've excelled on the bluey fronts (I'll explain in the next post, far too complicated for a sicky ill bod to try to go through) Not sure I want that on my epitath.. wrote entertaining mails.. still, got another poor sap about to depart on the 27th, this time to Iraq... so he can get the brunt of my missives... wonder if that will piss of The Mister? He got the hump at my plans to sejourn at Cosford for a few days.. but maybe thats just because of who its with...