Feeling just out of sorts, but it all fits. Shivering last night. Could not get warm.
This morning, awful sore throat and sniffles and reaching for tissues and Vick!!! I love Vick, reminds me of feeling good and snug in bed ...with Lemsip...
Flushed and then cold with a temperature.
Still managing not to give in totally, sipping hot drinks.

But it all fits with the low the other night and the absence of words.
Thinking of weird things today; things I can't have; people I can't reach.
And still, even now, Darcy is there; I'll never touch him again.

Steaming coffee and passion is what I need.
Now, where's the chemist?