The thing is, I have loads to do. I need to do another vlog, I've got a seriously messy room, a deadline to meet for work and loads of other bits and bobs that require not being in bed with crazy nest hair and a fever. I'm working from bed, but it's taking much longer than usual because I keep mucking up and having to go back to fix things. Typing 'HR Mankier' instead of 'HR Manager' was not a proud moment...
Ideally, I need someone to come and put cold compresses on my forehead, feed me nice food and scratch my back. And it should probably be someone I don't fancy since I look like something you might find at the back of the reduced section of the should-be-chilled-but-isn't bit of Lidl. Slightly blue and scruffy. It's at times like this I wish I was Hogwarts educated. Because frankly, I could do with flying buffets of fresh pesto pasta and lucozade and a magical massage right now.
I think the real issue is I don't ever really give myself a proper break. So I've been thinking of booking myself a little holiday by the sea, maybe going to Brighton for a long weekend or even Whitstable-somewhere I won't be able to work and will be forced to stay on the sofa with hot coco and films.
Anyone have a spare house by the sea they want to lend me?
Hope you're feeling more alive than I am Reader!