STILL lurgy-central here. Margaret braves it a heads into Glasgow while I toss and turn wondering how long this can go on.
I call the doctor and am promised a call-back by lunch time. Rather sooner than I expect the doc calls and we have a chat about my symptoms. He reckons it’s a virus and could take five to 10 days to run it’s course. If I’m no better by Friday I’ve to call him back.
I drag myself into the shower and force myself to get moving. After coughing up some hideous lumps of goo I feel a little better.
It’s hard going, but I manage to get a load of advance press packs for the Live at Memorial Hall album ready to go.
We have some dinner and an early night. This is no fun….