I have managed to avoid getting ill for about a year, even had the old 'flu jab in October to make sure.
And here I am, streaming cold, in bed, not being able to take anything, as builders dig around me.
There is a cement mixer churning away in the basement, and I think one might be drilling directly into my cranium.
On the plus side, I didn't have to take a tube to and from work today. An activity that is proving more and more difficult as the days go by.
And also now have a decent idea of how builders work.
The schedule goes something like:
Enter house and have a smoke at the front door. (The neighbours must be skittish with anger)
Have a half hour long phone conversation with his wife in Spanish outside my bedroom door
Dig at some rock
Have a half hour long conversation with his mistress outside my room
Go for a smoke
Scrape at some rock
Rinse, rave, repeat.
At least the cupboard is filled with snacks. Now just to find my noise cancelling headphones.