Oh dear. I woke up this morning and I have turned into a snot monster. I am snuffling, sneezing, sore throat, aching limbs. I went to work anyway.
Sympathy? As if? the blokes at work told me if I wanted to find it, I had to look in the Dictionary. Apparently it is somewhere between sh*t and syphillis. Well OK then.
I did say at the morning meeting. Don't get on my case, I don't feel well. "is it man flu" one of them asked. "Er no," I said. If it was we would have to call an ambulance and alert the media. "I'll just muddle through" I snuffled.
Well with man flu there is alot of lying about and dying and taking custody of the remote control.
Women on the other hand, even though they feel like sh*t on a stick, will carry on and take care of the kids, keep the house clean and do the cooking.
But you know what? tomorrow, I might just hide under the duvet and see what it is really like to be a man. Well not exactly. I won't scratch and sniff (Urgh), I won't fart and blame it on the dawg. He can do that quite well by himself trust me.
But. I might just claim to be made imobile by the cold virus. I will demand the remote control, coffee, snacks, magazines, massages by muscle bound men (oh hang on, most blokes don't ask for that) Anyhoo. I will be pathetic, needy, and groan a lot.
I don't expect it to get me anywhere. But it might be fun.
As for the guys at work.
Ah bless em. They need to know, that I never get mad. But I ALWAYS get even.............................
