I went to bed last night, my body had been aching for a couple of days, feeling low/tired, I woke up at three this morning, sneezing like a good 'un, nose streaming. I gets into work 0630 but as the Beechams didn't seem to be helping much I came home at 1200. Mrs JOM rings up at one, "Hi, how are you"
JOM, "bloody rough, I've come home, I've been up since three with flu-like symptoms"
Mrs JOM, " ooh poor you, does that mean we won't be going to Ikea tonight"
