I've just returned from a walk around the neighbourhood, the first time I've been outside for 3 days since collecting the "bug that is going around."
Tuesday night's excruciating stomach pains and a night sat on the pan gave over to fatigue, fever and spiteful headache, of which I still own.
Sadly tonight's visit to friends for a curry (probably not a good idea) had to be postponed but at least I have caught up on some sleep and been reintroduced to the wonderful fruit of bananas, as that is all I have eaten for 3 days.
Anyway I am glad I shared that with you. Tomorrow's game is of course kill or cure, any result in our favour and you can have no doubt that I will be cart-wheeling around the house probably to the amazement of the other half as I haven't lifted a finger since Tuesday. An inglorious defeat meanwhile will have me searching out the doc's phone number for an extended leave of absence.
I have stopped reading the words coming out of the club about how important the game is and knowing what it
means. Just be there Charlton, make us proud.