purplerabbits

Am stuck at home with a stinking head cold and my head is pounding from twelve hours sleep without being able to breath properly. I refuse to put this down to a moderate two and a half pints last night, as I was in bed by 1.00. Since it appears I am in too much of a bad mood to do anything else I am about to embark on the washing up from hell. Not that that means a lot, as all washing up is from hell that consists of more than a single cereal bowl and a mug... This weekend will probably consist of Jurassic Park III, From Hell, and beer. Anyone who wants to join us, give me a shout - I promise not to sneeze on you...