Looking up

After waking up hot, sweaty, shivering and with a banging headache to accompany the cold sores and swollen glands I decided to shuffle along the riverbank like a suppurating zombie to see if some fresh air might buck me up a bit.

It didn't.

Although I won't make it to the kid's sports day I did send them off with a rousing speech about crushing their opponents under foot and reminding them it wasn't about the taking part or the enjoyment it was all about the winning. They are used to me talking bollocks by now though.