PP and I have both been feeling a bit under the weather the past two days. What started off as an annoying tickly, sore throat has developed into a persistent chesty cough, intermittent sneezing, snuffling, headachey and generally feeling as rough as a badger's bum.
I checked my symptoms on the NHS helpline and the helpful advice was to call my GP. However as everyone knows, short of requiring immediate medical intervention, GP's are not returning calls and are all barricaded inside their surgeries caressing their personal stocks of Tamiflu, Blofeld-like.
PP had to go to our GP surgery earlier this week to collect a routine repeat prescription and there was a large sign on the door saying that anyone who suspects they have swine flu to just go away and ring the NHS helpline number and UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES to set foot in the building.
So that's all right then.
I'll just snuggle up on the sofa with Small Dog, who has requested a surgical mask so that she doesn't pick up any of our germs. I was hoping for a bit of canine TLC, or at the very least a touch of 'healing paw' but I expect that's out of the question.