ANYONE not been ill this Christmas?
Back to work today and as I tried to hack a week's dried Cupasoup off my mug, it struck me that just about everyone in the office is either coughing or spluttering.
One colleague sounds like a blocked plughole, another is threatening to drown in his own snot and a third is coughing so regularly he needs putting in a sealed polythene bag and leaving somewhere quiet.
Christmas is usually great - I'm not so cynical that I don't appreciate lots of food drink and pressies.
And there were lots of the above this year. Too much in some cases. But somehow there was just a lack of magic. Dunno what it was but a distinct lack of fairy dust about this festive season.
At least it's almost over so now we no longer have to put up with B list TV news readers and second choice radio presenters during that strange becalmed period between Christmas and New Yer when the world goes itno hibernation.
But at least the roads are empty in a 28 Days Later style.
Go to go, my nose is running.
