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Date: 18 February 2006 10:38:10
What to do? Even after exchanging texts with Ms Miff earlier, still not sure whether it's wise to don my Florence Nightingale mask and hop on a train to the other town or not. To explain, Ms Miff is currently languishing in self-imposed exile in her abode, having gone down with a nasty but of flu during the half term week just ending. Self -imposed, but very unselfish. Her reasoning being that she doesn't want us to catch it, especially as I'm starting in a new job on Monday. And as past blogs about the wicked green slime monster show - when I catch a cold or flu, I really do catch it. Even if hubby went, he'd inevitably pass the lurgy on to me, (has sniffles already) and her brother is up to his eyes in coursework deadlines.
We texted this morning, because when I phoned last night, she could barely whisper. So there she is, sans BF who's away til Monday, and with the prospect of an exam on Monday. (The original idea, BF being absent, that she could get in some uninterrupted study time over the holiday) The best laid plans.... Though at least now, she's got 24 hours grace from college, who've agreed to letting her sit her exam a day late.
But with this work, it involves dawn rising, and it's not the type of thing where you can subside behind your screen and your e-mail if you're hatching the lurgy. Gaah! WWJD? Stride in there without a thought, I reckon. And I'd normally do just that. But... :( I wonder if a protective mask and that disgusting chase- the- cold -away -before -it- starts would do the trick?