Man-flu

It is a glorious saturday afternoon. I had a lie in this morning which was beautiful as it was the first proper ne I've had in a month; what with guests and trips to Cardiff and London. Oh it's a hard life.

The sun was shining and the sky was an inviting blue so I threw on a summery dress and sauntered down alone to the village's carnival/festival thing. My beloved was working so I wandered around on me lonesome and enjoyed a pint or two of cider from a plastic glass and had a chat with my dad who was doing a show there.

After a while, I speed-walked home after not being able to find the toilets. I cleaned up a bit and am now looking forward to celebrating tonight with my brother and my best friend tonight; both of whom found out this week that they're graduating. The former as a BSc Hons in computer science, and the latter as a doctor (don't get ill soon...!).

All of which sounds lovely, and should be lovely. But for one thing.

I am ILL.

I have the worst case of man-flu I have ever seen outside of a man! It's only a cold for heaven's sake, but I have NOT and will not stop complaining.

Ugh.

Hwyl a sbrii