The week I tried to escape Man-Flu (and almost succeded)

We can all relax now. I know that you have all been on edge this week, with the grim news released last week. But it's okay, it's alright. The international emergency is over, and the Disasters Emergency Committee can stand down.

I AM NO LONGER ILL!

Thanks for the litterally... incalculable number of messages and E-mails wishing me well. And by incalculable, I mean... none. Thanks for the sympathy you bunch of....

So this week was mainly full of me being unwell. Fortunatly, it was nothing more than a horrible bug, no sickness or other. Just being bloomin' tired and feeling grotty. Having made all last weekend with my marching band, and managing to order them about for two days, I awoke Monday morning all ready to attack another day at school!

So I jump out of bed energectically 20 minutes early, rush down the stairs, and go straight to breakfast. After my bowl of Frosted Flakes (no Coco Pops, or Frosties at the moment) I rush back up stairs for a shower. Mum takes one look at me and says, 'It's a miracle, you're all better and ready for work!'

I then (for all intents and purposes) fall out of bed, and with a distinct lack of grace, speed down the stairs (although this time was far more to do with the force of gravity acting upon my body), and manage to get a bowl of Frosted Flakes going (still no Coco Pops or Frosties). I then valiantly struggle back up the stairs attempting to start my day's work, when Mum sees me. 'I don't think you should go to work today...'.

And so I moped around the house all Monday, feeling much better by the time I got to the evening. Despite feeling pretty grotty on Tuesday morning, I decided that I would feel better if I just kept going. So to school I did go. And felt very ill all day, having to pop some pills just after lunch to get rid of a horrid migrane. I drove home in a bit of daze, and park up nose first. This is always a sign of me feeling ill. I always park my car in, rear first, so that I can make a speedy get away from the house (handy if I'm running late, or someone should need my 70's cop skills...). But if my car is parked nose first, it means that I am too tired to even park Ernie up properly...

Tuesday evenings, I help my friends at TS Sturdy with their marching band. After a busy and painful day at school, I announced resolutly that I had to get out to Sturdy that evening (despite feeling about as good as my car does on a cold morning). And after falling asleep in bed watching TV at 4 (which again never happens - I hate sleeping during the day, I might be missing something exciting. Well to be honest I just hate sleeping), [After falling asleep at 4] and feeling like I was something brown and squishy on the bottom of someone's shoe, I text Graham, Sturdy's boss, that I couldn't make it. Sorry Graham, and TS Sturdy.

Wednesday was a little better, and by the time I reached Thursday, normak service had practically resumed. Except for a stuffed up nose that is. Every night this week, until Friday, I helped myself get better by getting an early night every night. My intention was to get to bed at 10, and then managed to get around to the business of falling asleep by 11. Which is still an early night for me.

With my illness fully documented, I move on to an important news point of the week. I can exclusively reveal (remember, you heard it here first, only on CATCOUK) exclusively, that Sunday 21st October 2007, saw the first officially cold morning of this Winter season. That's right boys and girls, my 1986 Ford Escort 1.4 GL Estate in Champagne Gold had it's first morning or not starting first time. After two very long attempts, we finally got ignition, but not before confirming this morning as our first officiall cold day. The first of many which I am sure are to come.

And that nicely brings me to the last topic for today. As I sit here now, my classic Mark IV Escort, Ernie as many of you will know him, is sitting in his parking space outside, with his odometre reading an amazing 99 991 miles. Very soon, possibly even whilst you are reading this, Ernie will do what many people have thought impossible. Certainly my car's original designers thought this was impossible (owing to the fact that the designers failed to give the Mark IV Escort, a sixth dial on the mileage reader - odometre to the informed). My car will achieve 100 thousand miles! No one thought it was possible (any to be fair, we haven't got there yet), but everything looks good, and by the end of Monday, my 21 year old car will have covered his 100 000th mile.

Now, the way I see it, as the clock resets to zero, I must be getting a new car. As Ernie goes 'around the clock', I'm guessing the power of magic will return my car to absolutly brand spanking new condition. But there's only one way to find out. Tune in next week, to CATCOUK.

Just like Columbo (if you know who he is), there's always one more thing to say. A few weeks ago I upset my friend Rob. A few weekends back, I neglected to mention that Rob bought us (Scott, Alice [Rob's girlfriend] and I) breakfast at Little Chef, and then we went looking for Buffalo which used to be kept near Arundel but weren't there. Let this be a lesson to you all - sometimes my exploits don't get put on here. Don't be offended, I just have to go to bed at some point on Sunday evenings. So apologies to Rob. Happy now?

Also, I feel it important to say, good TRI English Rugby Team, but hard luck. And, also good effort to Lewis Hamilton, but his chamionship hopes BROKE DOWN in the end (bloody good come back though).

If you think that I should spend more of my Sunday evenings, writing dribble that will only get one comment, why not be that person, and tell me to put more effort in.

If you would like to have more to read, and think that I should record everything that I do on a minute by minute basis, you are sad, and should not leave a message.

Quote of the Week: 'Ahh. You look worse.' The brilliance of a St. John's medic attending to a friend of mine that was quite ill this week at a gig. Get well soon.