Elvis

Jeepers' best Elvis impression, mid bucket of food. Elvis would be impressed, I'm sure.

Only a handful of hours between shifts and almost dying of a cold. I walked dogs (bloody idiots), managed to collect 2 sack fulls of meadowsweet (fodder for the horses), poo picked the field (with streaming eyes and nose making it a very horrible experience), rode George (he really needed a ride out to survey his kingdom regardless of my manflu) and just about skidded into work on time.

I have tape on my nose to expand my nostrils and allow breathing. Otherwise I'd probably wake up dead. I really don't suffer colds very well. When I'm elderly and frail it will be what kills me. 

Gorgeous is lucky he hasn't seen me today.