Twelfth Night Already!

Well, I have to say that this particular cold has really knocked the stuffing out of me. First getting it and not really being able to take anything that relieved the congestion or the headache; then Edwin's also got it. Edwin bought me a jalfrezi in the early stages of my infection which has at least helped some of symptoms; but unfortunately I've been left with some rather nasty after-effects which have proved rather difficult to combat. First my complete lack of appetite - Edwin even made a curry last night and I just looked at the plate of food and knew I wouldn't be able to eat any of it. Edwin had it in the end, and I had two large mugs of Bovril. Even today, and Sundays are days when we usually have a roast, I just know that I won't be able to eat a full meat-and-two veg meal. Edwin says that he'll make me a couple of burgers or the equivalent of chicken nuggets and a mayonnaise dip - I just want to feel better. The lack of appetite and the aches in my back and legs is really quite distressing. In fact this is going to be one of my shorter posts because I think I'm going back to bed - I really, really hate being unwell...