I have got several of the symptoms of swine flu. Admittedly, not the first two, the major ones, the high temperature (though how would I know when I don't own a thermometer?) or a sudden cough, but I Don't Feel Very Well at all, with a sore throat, aches and pains, and a general feeling that I need to be lying down in my bed, even though it's too early and I risk waking up at 2 a.m. So that's what I'm going to do, in the hope that the Lovely Son doesn't arrive tomorrow to full-blown nursing duties. He's a deeply unsympathetic nurse, and besides, the last time I had real flu, he had it too, and we had to lie in adjoining rooms calling feebly to each other from time to time to check that we (and each other) were still alive.
Goodbye, cruel world, at least for this evening. The bored animals and their self-pity-sodden human are going upstairs now. There will be nothing but tales of political gloom and human vileness on the radio, and the rain is still falling; my specs hurt my nose, and combined with shooting pains in my head make it unpleasant to read. I shall lie in the gathering dusk and groan softly instead.