Not only is it Lurgy. It is full-blown Man Flu. Again. Gah.
In other news, I have been on a course today (and am again tomorrow) for the qualitative software I’ll be using in my research. I did the course about a year and a half ago, but that was on the old version of the software which showed promise but I didn’t find totally intuitive. This new (soon to be superceded though) version is much better and I can see myself finding it very useful. I could really have done without it being right now though. I need to lie down in a dark room feeling sorry for myself.
I have got what feels suspiciously like the onset of Lurgy. This is not good.
I asked HD if I could have a drop of his whisky in my tea for a hot toddy. He wouldn’t let me (he drinks posh whisky), and made me open the (wait for it) 1 litre tetrapak of rum that I bought from Romania in the mid-90s, which cost about £1. I haven’t ever quite dared open it – as if rum in a carton wasn’t bizarre enough, this particular rum even has a sell-by date! (of 1996!!!!!*). However, needs must, and I have decanted most of it off into an empty wine bottle (I’m not planning on drinking the entire litre, but if this lurgy takes hold then I’ll be needing more hot toddies, and we can always pour the leftover rum over the Christmas pudding). It looked a bit like engine oil, but I haven’t keeled over yet so hopefully it will do the trick without causing too much gut rot.
* I also have a small carton of vodka with a sell-by date of 1994. Also from Romania, unsurprisingly.
In other news, Virgin Broadband is rubbish. Gah.