I got up this morning in great form.
Having done all my usual brewing of tea and the like I remembered I had meant to phone Doc’s place this morning. It’s about time I had my 10,000 mile service where I get my pistons checked for slap and my nipples greased. I also have to get my non-dead certificate signed for the old pension.
I phoned his surgery and got an appointment for tomorrow which is grand.
An hour later I was sitting minding my own business when I coughed. I didn’t think twice about it until I coughed again. I then realised that my throat and chest were sore and I had aches developing all over the place. I also have a headache. I seem to have developed a full blown something.
Bugs in this house are rare. I suppose it’s because I’m not mixing with work colleagues or travelling much in buses. The only time I ever get a mild bug is after a visit from the Grandkids who seem to be mobile Petri dishes, particularly during term time. But I haven’t seen the brood for a few days [Daughter obviously doesn’t want anything?] and anyway it’s mid-term break.
So the only way I could have contracted anything was over the phone line. I had, when all is said and done, just phoned the hotbed of infestations that is Doc’s surgery. I didn’t know infections could travel down phone lines, but apparently they can. I suppose that if second hand smoke can travel through wires then so can viruses?
Does that mean I have infected anyone who reads this?