Still ill..

I seem to be trying to set a record for the longest time surviving on nothing but soup and Lemsip.
I’ve even tried mixing the two together for some variety. Take it from me – Blackcurrant Lemsip and Golden Vegetable Cup-a-soup do not a tasty combo make.. They sit in the same cup about as happily as I’d sit next to my mother on a bus.
Hannah tells me that Supervisor Sue from work was ill for more than two weeks over Christmas with this flu bug. Thanks, bitch. By that time-scale I should be fully fit and fighting hard by Valentine’s Day. Why is it family are always there to bring you more bad news when you’re feeling shitty enough already? If you get dumped by the girl of your dreams, and your life is in tatters, and your heart is filled with unimaginable pain, and you feel you’re never going to recover ever, and all you want is comfort and support and hope, and you go to see your closest family rather than wallow on your own in your sadness; I guarantee one of them will say something like “Well, of course, she spent two months last year seeing you and Marvin the Chemist, so you’re better off without her. We didn’t want to say anything at the time. Ah, well, water under the bridge…”
What’s that saying? ‘You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family, or push them under a bus when they say things that piss you off’ Yes, that’s it..

RC 17-1-09
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