'Aitch the double-you' has mostly been 'Aitch the sick as a dead dog' over the past week or so. Blindling headaches and an aversion to light any stronger than a waning moon have been the monkeys on my back. It felt like someone has embedded a double headed axe into my cranium and was securing it with six inch nails, just for good measure.
I don't know what has been wrong with me - but I'm feeling a bit better now..... Which is just as well, because if anyone else tells me "There's a lot of it going round" I'll throw up all over them.