My father once told me the difference between 'a cold' and 'the flu' was £50.
Stick a £50 note in the middle of a field next to your house (I grew up on a farm, so this wasn't such a ridiculous premise as it appears.)
If you have a cold, you're willing to get out of bed to get the £50. If you have the flu, you're not.
I never understood that until this weekend.
I don't know if it was the flu, or food poisoning or whatever, but I got taken for a Burton this weekend (I even called in sick on Monday, which I never do) and today, it was my wife's turn. So far, Baby Boo seems to be safe (we suspect he might have given it to us in the first place) so hopefully we're over the worst of it.
I'm still not 100% (I'm off my rations and my rum) but feeling soooo much better than I was...
