Bunged up

Bloody typical. Here it is, Sunday, nothing to do and the whole day to do it in, and I've got a stinking cold so can't enjoy bloody anything. Tim said I looked like something from the Day of the Living Dead last night - that helped a lot, thanks Tim. And he wouldn't let me share his pizza in case I infected him, unfeeling bastard. And he made me watch the entire second series of The Next Generation (though only the episodes with Borg in cos he wants to be one - wish he was bloody assimilated already and out of my life) - anyway I think the first series was better, when the women were all still wearing very short skirts]

Oh god, here comes my mother with another disgusting hot toddy or somethign (wish she;'d at least put some whisky in it). At least I can have the pleasuer of infecting everyone at work tomorrow - ha ha

Oh and another thing Tim. Next time you mention that nurse from Manchester I met at Martin's party and how I might have been married to her by now if I hadn't lost her phone number I really am going to hit you. Very hard. Anyway, she's still got my phone number, so who knows. Wish I could remember her name though...