From health cafe to sickness in 24 hoursPosted: December 1, 2011
I CANNOT be sick.
Tis the season to be jolly.
The month of parties, cocktails and multiple outfit changes.
I cannot have a chest like a rattle.
A red nose (festive though that might be).
Or skin like a pirates map.
Also, it’s boring.
Also (part two), I only have one tin of soup in the cupboard.
And I don’t want to watch the entire raft of ABC Family and Lifetime Christmas movies before the end of this weekend.
If you need me I’ll be in bed.
Surrounded by soggy tissues, too many pillows and a million bacteria, who might just be heading your way.