Notes From My Sick Bed
It’s like I got a vacation to the tropics for Christmas, but the hot temperatures are all internal and the vomiting comes without drinking.
I was wondering if having a high fever on Christmas day was going to lead me into some Dickens-style ghostly visitations, but instead all I was haunted by was Foreigner’s “Hot Blooded”. (I hate that song.)
The scheduled shows are delayed till tomorrow – I apologize.
Bad luck matey, I recommend grog for sortin’ ye out. Get ye some fine dark rum, slosh a few shots into ye mug. Add a tablespoon o’ honey. Force a whole cross-section o’ lemon into the mug and top up with boiling water. After three o’ those ye’ll have no concept that ye be unwell.
Worked like a charm – in that I’ve been unconscious for extended periods.