I have that feeling in my throat. It's not sore, it's just a heaviness that could signal the arrival of a cold. Drat.
Was talking to the girls about this at lunch. I'm crap at being sick.
You will have never seen a more pathetic, self-important, obnoxious creature than me with a headcold. Frankly, I use it as an excuse to make everyone as miserable as me, while explaining my compunction to drink whiskey (hot and cold) at 11am as 'medicinal.' Of course, that's a crock of crud.
Cowzer wants a pub review section added to this blog. I happen to agree. I like pubs, I frequent them, yes, all the time and I even prefer some over others. They're subconsciously rated already, just a case of chroniclisation. Or some such.
May I ask Sir Cowzer what the criteria may be? Atmosphere, quality of pints/bar snacks, ladies and (strictly) their personalities, music. Anything to add?
Over to you Sirrah...
Oh, and may I take this opportunity to wish Denise all the best on her venture, and 5X a happy holiday. He makes me want to be a better blogger.