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Two days ago I commenced a bold journey into the darkest corners of my room… I hoovered the floor. This doesn’t happen very often for two reasons:

1. I’m lazy as hell
2. Our hoover sucks at sucking

It’s one of these bagless designs, and relies entirely on a series of filters to actually do something useful rather than just spreading dust around (unlike Dysons which use some airflow trickery to keep dust inside the container). Sadly it partially fails, which means that the filters very quickly become clogged and reduce the suction, as well as ejecting fine dust into the air. Some of you may know that I’m a hayfever sufferer, and you can probably imagine that my bedroom becomes very uncomfortable for me after I’ve got my cleaning fix.

I went to bed with the window wide open and a runny nose, and it appears that good ol’ influenza decided to take a shot at me while my immune system was down. So yesterday I woke up with a pounding headache, joint pain, a strong desire to itch all of my skin, and a barbed wire throat.

My natural first response to this is to groan loudly, which I did. This didn’t relieve the situation, so I groaned some more. Satisfied that this was the real deal I made a vague attempt at moving to the vertical position, which simply made me feel the need to groan more.

I stumbled to the sink, grabbed a half-dirty glass from my desk and drank some water. I rooted around in the cupboard and found what I was simultaneously looking for and dreading. Paracetamol tablets. See, I bought these back at the start of my first course in 2005, and at the time the denizens of Costcutter offered me the brand-name tablets or the generic half price selection. I went for the latter of course, totally unaware that they go out of their way to provide value for money and are nearly an inch long. Combine this with the raspy throat and I may as well be swallowing the Eiffel tower.

On the plus side, I needed several of the suckers over the last two days and there is now only one left. On the down side this means having to buy new ones, which involves either walking somewhere or remembering to get some on our next Tesco trip.

I still feel rotten, thanks for asking, and haven’t been able to do anything productive. I don’t even feel like watching a movie or something. I just want the headache and the itch to go away.

This wonderful distraction was created around lunchtime on Sunday 22nd April, 2007. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.