You never heard of a talking horse?

Plummeting new depths of bunged uppyness and feeling thoroughly rotten.
Managed to drag myself out of bed and up to the stables which almost killed me, then phoned in sick to work and spent the rest of the day drinking warm ribena, watching Mister Ed and firing snotty tissues nowhere near the bin. It was a gorgeous day out too.
Feel like my head is going to explode.
Not happy.