Having been bugged earlier in the week by sore throat, it has now been followed up by a head cold. I could do without it. But since when was there ever a good time? And what is the point of them anyway? Horrible pointless things and still no cure.
Anyway, there is a bit of silver lining as a result. I was supposed to have a meeting today in Durham. Teenager was going to come with me before we go to see North East Grandma ( other half's mum). However, I really don't like forcing myself in meetings on people who don't deserve to catch cold. I think it is so unfair to sit and snort hack and sneeze over unsuspecting people, who will probably then end up in the same situation. I have cancelled the meeting, leaving teenager and I with the opportunity to see Alan Shearer unveiled ( why do they use that ridiculous word, we know what he looks like!) at St James' park as the new manager ( see squared off's post for what I am talking about for those out of the country). This happens at noon. Teenager is very excited about it. I am not too sure what will happen but they are expecting crowds to gather. ( curious this- why won't people be at work... perhaps they all have head colds like me?)
Will report back on what we discover. And I promise not to sneeze on him. He needs to be fit for Saturday's match.