That'll teach me. After weeks of hearing my peers sniffling and sneezing I foolishly let myself believe that I might finally make it through one Winter without sleepless nights and an endless supply of Kleenex. But in true cruel fashion, Karma has punished me for my presumtuous assumptions and reduced me to my current state of self-pity and Lemsip.
But in fairness to Karma, I probably heightened the situation with a three hour, predominantly uphill walk in the rain on Sunday morning. Which not only left me freezing an drenched, but also with the feeling that I had squatted a small horse. That alone probably deserves the punishment. Who gets up at 10am on a Sunday, and on seeing that it's raining, thinks "Yes, a walk might be just what I need"?
So hear I am, miserable and suffering...any sympathy welcome.
Alight here for the Piccadilly line, other District Line services, or if
you’re about to vomit
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Hands down, one of the worst experiences ever is being hungover on the
tube. No, let me re-phrase that – being hungover on the tube in rush hour.
The first...
1 comment:
If you feel as rubbish as I did you have my 100% sympathy! I have heard chocolate puddle puddings are a cure..... :P xxx
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