Mr H and I managed to drag our sorry 'full of cold and feel like shite' asses to the Xmas lunch at the Bolingbroke in Clapham yesterday, despite feeling absolutely dreadful. For the first time in probably 20 years I actually wore a sweater – yes an actual item of clothing with sleeves – well, the dress code was Xmas jumpers – as I merrily went from freezing and shivering to red and sweaty on regular 5 minute intervals.
Both of us bailed at a rather pathetic 6.30pm, listening to the WhatsApp pinging away till 10.30, as the others cracked on without us.
Feeling all a bit pathetic and sorry for myself this morning – here's hoping this bleddy coldy-fluey thing sods off soon as I for one am SO over feeling constantly minging already. That was one early Christmas prezzie from the lovely Mr H that I so could have done without.. x