I didn't think I could feel much iller but I am now considerably worse. There isn't any of me that doesn't ache and oh how it hurts. I can't stay in bed as I have a student to slap and a mother-in-law to entertain. The Apprentice seems to be getting better but Mr Smith is now complaining of not feeling great. He was so gloating about having had a flu jab, it serves him right.
My mother-in-law has left my Christmas present behind. She said it was Mr Smith's fault as he didn't bring all her packages when he collected her. Mr Smith couldn't care less. If I wasn't feeling quite so ghastly, I'd probably mind.
Yesterday Mad Carina came round with a glorious haul of pressies for me, some of which were purchased at the Priory gift shop during her last incarceration. I gave her a few tasteless gems of Christmas tat including some very beautiful white suede slippers and a mug declaring her Queen of Everything along with the statutory apron and calendar. She gave me some gorgeous flowery bathroom scales which make me almost not mind that I'm so heavy, a very groovy bath hat and an empty book entitled "Write your own novel". Ooooh I can hardly wait to get started. Brill friend.
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