On Monday 20th March 2013, as I sat at my desk (yup, hardened desk jockey, me), my colleague at the adjacent desk spent the day coughing and spluttering over everyone as a result of a bug picked up from his young daughter, which she had caught at someone at nursery.
By Wednesday 20th march 2013, as I continued to sit at my desk, my throat was a tad raspy, my nose getting a bit bunged up and my head a bit woolly. I decided to drive home as I felt crappy.
I had dinner at 8:00 that evening and, by 8:30 p.m. I was tucked up in bed. I stayed there until 10:30 a.m. Friday 22nd March. I did not rise for anything. No food, no fluids, no trips to the facilities. I just laid there, alternating between dead to the world and hazy consciousness, overheating or shivering cold. I almost, though not quite, wished I was dead.
On recovering, I had to spend my spare time outside in the sub zero temperatures, demolishing a wall, brick by brick and reclaiming the bricks for re-use on a new garden wall. Several days of hammering and scrubbing with a wire brush plus a day with a rented heavy duty breaker to break up a 1.5 m X 3 m concrete slab and disposing of all the waste.
This catalogue of woes meant that my steeds and I were becoming strangers.
All was remedied however on Monday 8th April 2013 when, as a result of having no bricks to polish, no concrete to break and no real symptoms of illness beyond the nagging post stinking cold cough, I could ride home from work! 7.75 miles of mostly flat but sometimes upwardly mobile roads were negotiated in 34 minutes and 27 seconds. No record and, to be honest, it hurt but hey, I'm back in the saddle.
Cue Queen to fade....