I finally happened...

After weeks of suspense and nervous worrying, I have finally managed to get ill.

Was surprisingly easy as it turns out. Hardly had to lift a finger and before you knew it I was ankle deep in stale vomit and cold sweat. Say what you want about British winters, at least our viruses are timely and efficient.

Of course this does mean that I'm on medication for the next couple of days, and will no doubt develop a few bed sores as I attempt to watch every zombie DVD I own back-to-back until I feel well enough to make some toast again.

The only thing missing from this dream of existent is a job. Because everyone knows that the only fun in being ill is getting time off work. But like me, you don't have a job then it's just like every other day. Except with more mucus.