I had a good weekend, despite my minor laceration, which incidentally now looks like makeup from a zombie film. I didn't actually get out of bed on Sunday, which counts as a victory for lethargics everywhere, or would do, if they could be bothered to celebrate.

A brief note on my brief illness

I hate colds. It's not the sniffling, my nose is usually blocked at the best of times, so I'm used to that symptom. When I catch a cold, however, it hides unnoticed in my sinuses like a master ninja, until it pounces on my chest, leaving me with a cough worthy of someone who smokes through the hole in their neck. So when I was caught in the rain last weekend, I caught a cold, and didn't realise until Monday morning. I hacked and coughed through Monday, and then Tuesday it was worse. I resolved to see the doctor on Wednesday, and return to work on Thursday, but the best laid plans of mice and men...
It was a locum, but this didn't matter, as I've not met my doctor yet. I went in, and he asked "What seems to be the trouble?", to which I replied, "I have a chest infection." He checked me over and agreed; when you've had as many chest infections as I have, they're pretty easy to spot. He gave me the drugs, which I left on the bedside table today (Damn!) and I decided to use my full 3 sick days (any more and I need a note) to convalesce. I watched some movies and generally slobbed around. It was great! In fact, it was so great, I'm planning to be ill again very soon...