My cold is the type where each sneeze is a tissue buster. If I lie down I get congested and have a fit of coughing. An upright pose and it's like the Niagara Falls have been redirected through my nose. The trips down to the kitchen to top up those fluids that I'm meant to imbibe liberally seem like a major expedition. I'd like to stock up on Lemsip but a drive to Sainsbury's seems a step too far.
I feel a bit needy but Mum lives a long way away. There's nothing for it but to intersperse sleep with offerings from the BBC i-player. I can't focus to study so back episodes of 'Cradle to Grave' have hit the spot. The creators have got that whole seventies vibe just right.