The influenza is spreading filthy germs throughout the breathing spaces of my surroundings and I am its medium. I didn't sign up for this! I have tried self-medicating with episodes of Judge Judy and a box of raisins and so far there is no healing miracle. But I can wait. Furthermore, there is a big plasticy paracetamol capsule lodged somewhere in my esophagus. At least I can't taste it. Paracetamol probably goes lower in the taste ranks than poo and tiramisu. And I can't stop sneezing. Loud, loose sneezes. Sneezes that share. They're so vigorous I feel rather exercised.

I was just watching the Angelus on RTE 1 there and I realised I know one of the people in the current Angelus footage. He graduated from college on the same day as me. In his shot, with soulful tenderness, he puts down his tinwhistle to listen to the bells. It's so touching.

K has been away with work since the beginning of the month, only stopping home periodically to shout at me and demand clean clothes. Because of his ongoing conspicuous absence, I had some friends staying with me this week, the lovely H and her lovely two babies, one of which is a mere six weeks old. Babies are loud, smelly, demanding and loud. Also smelly and demanding, and they like to be awake at funny hours of the night to have a little cry. A little cry that goes ON AND ON. Then they went home again. It was all a blur. A chocolatey, nappified blur.

Man, I need a shower. And somebody to cook me dinner! Any volunteers?

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