Sometimes I think it might be fun to be the very first victim to get the Plague. You know, the big one that kills off half of Mankind. One sneeze in Morrisons, three days later you’re dead and the rest of the shoppers are going down like ninepins.
Only my son tells me he had it yesterday, thus robbing me of my place in History.
God, my head hurts. Has anyone got any Paracodamol? Is that a word?