When I was young, school hating little git that I was, I spent most Sunday evenings wishing for illness. Folks came up with a clear ‘sick’ metric for me. If I ran a temparature (over 100 was required, if it was 99 I needed to look really miserable) I could stay home. If not, it was off to school with me. Can’t remember a single time that I was happy at having won though. Every time I met the required temparature metric, realised school and good health were so much better!
This weekend has been the pits. Sick. And at the weekend. Blech.