Horrendus mensis

Sweaty, exhausted, sick and in pain. You would have loved to have been with me today.

So yesterday's illness kept me off work today but I also developed a really painful tooth and ended up in the dentist's chair this evening. "Not been a good month for you has it?" said my man in the blue coat with the cheerful disposition of someone who had a nice little earner in yours truly. "crntly nert" says I with a mouthful of dental instruments. "I know that an annus horribilus is a bad year, don't know what a bad month is though". " "herdrsss mrnnrlrss" says I, who studied Latin at school. Although not very successfully and never with a mouthful of plastic tubes and metal instruments.

I hate being off sick. Happens very rarely. You can feel your life ebbing away and you can't enjoy anything. All I could think of was the deadlines stacking up at work. Oh well: Cras est alius dies ...