what a twat of a week. i am a terrible person when i have germs – i’m at the point of promising that i will never, ever take for granted again the ability to breathe freely and not be fucking coughing.

can’t recall the last bad cold i had – not even my most recent covid infestation was this grounding. i have no energy, i can’t run, i can’t sleep properly and i have no appetite (this is the worst).

scrolled the internet until even the algorithm gave up trying. i think i’ve watched more TV this week than i have in the last 3 months added up. reading isn’t really an option as my head is like a bucket and the words aren’t going in.

yesterday (saturday) i figured i must be better by now and attempted parkrun 😂 what a disaster – still got my t-shirt point, met friends and had a coffee and a cake 👍🏼

still on to get my 300th parkrun in 2025 (on 27th dec 😬) but can’t miss a single one until then – will do what i can init

needless to say – i came home and after a quick trip around M&S for some pity calories it was back to my nest on the sofa. more shit films, more water, more codeine to stop the coughing – HOW MUCH FUCKING LONGER

what a whining post this is. oh well, it’s my page so guess i can be as much of a grumpy twat as i want – can’t wait to. read back when i am at full health and have a laugh at my melodramaticness 😂

there’s a few posts looming that i need to get busy on – a shunkfest roundup, a new tattoo and a celebration of august’s running – but i’m too miserable for any of that joi.