Influenza strikes

Voiceless, bunged up and red-nosed is how I would describe myself at the moment.

Not a pretty picture, but that's what I'm like. It came quite unexpectedly and I, who had been smugly thinking I had escaped the winter ailments that had been all around me a few weeks ago, was caught totally unprepared for the ferocity of its attack.

Running eyes, burning throat, coughing, sneezing and the constant blowing, all part and parcel of the flu, or maybe it's just a cold. I'm sure it couldn't be just a common old cold. I mean I really have felt pretty rotten, but then again I haven't had to take to my bed and I did, whilst wrapped up in my doonah, manage to watch all, well most, of the Olympic opening in Beijing. Spectacular!

Today itself has been an almost silent day, except for two phone calls and a brief sojourn to the supermarket for a jar of Vicks, throat lozenges and headache pills I have completely rested my voice. Quite a change for me.