Somewhere along the line I think I’ve been infected with the plague. I blame Carl who forced himself to stay at work last week until he was nearly thrown out and sent home ill. The sore throat and cough are now manageable, but it still feels like I’ve been kicked hard in the chest and I’m permanently out of breath.
As a result of that, there is virtually no chance of any proper bike riding before next week, I even had to miss a skittles match last night which is almost unheard of for me.
I’ll drag myself back into the office tomorrow, but it might end up being via the doctors if I still can’t breathe.