Wake up. Feel glands. Phone work. Sound croaky. Elicit sympathy (probably false) of bosses pa. Go back to bed. Feel gland, sorry glands. Sleep off hangover (sorry, flu). Wake up about 12.30. Thinks, oh a breath of fresh air will be good, wrap up well. Walk round park, get bored. Walk down LL, buy paper. Notice The Palm is uncrowded and pop in, no smoking these days so good for the lungs and chance to top up on Vitamin C. Get bored with the OJ and rehydrate with cracking pint of Harveys. Feeling further rehydration could be beneficial, have another one. Feel a bit peckish. Feed a cold, starve a fever. It's not a fever, must be a cold. Order rib eye steak with chips and some greens (extra Vitamin C) and large glass of Merlot. Drink Merlot and when steak arrives order another glass. Other half wakes you up in bed about 6.30pm, concerned. Feel sick. Lie. Proper man flu.