Today I have decided to be brave.
Buoyed up on an ocean of Blackcurrant Lemsip, engulfed in a miasma of Olbas oil, I have struggled manfully in to work. From the horrified recoil afforded my presence in reception on arrival it appears I may have slightly misjudged the Olbas application. It's hard to tell when you have no sense of smell. Still I've made it in, and polished off the short morning surgery with scarce a whinge or a whimper. You won't see anything braver than that now will you, eh?
Well alright, you probably will. Just don't deflate me by actually telling me about it, 'K.
Hold on a minute, I hear you ask. Did he say "short morning surgery" just then?
Weellll yeeeess, ok so today happens to be my half day, so i get to go and crash for a couple of hours this afternoon before collecting the kids from school- their Thursday treat*, being picked up and indulged shamelessly by Dad for a change.
Still I think I've been very brave to make it in at all, given how poorly I am. Oh and that Red Badge of Courage you discern on my otherwise pristine shirt front... well, I coughed mid hot-blackcurrant didn't I. It's nothing to be alarmed about, honest.
* Who am I kidding... my treat really.