Friday 10th March 2006, 7:40
Nothing like a bout of illness to reduce you to your basic instinctual self. All consideration for others evaporates as we sulk, and mope, and convalesce.
All I want is a giant box of soft tissues, a cup of tea, chicken soup and someone to pat my head.
Will have to settle for a regular box of tissues, suedoefedrine, and pork sausages.
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