Keys and manflu

*sulks*
I’ve lost my keys and have looked for them for days now. One of THOSE searches. You know the ones – where you look in the loft and the freezer and in the basement where you lock up prisoners who have found out about your diabolical plans.

I swear I have looked under fitted carpets for these damn things – THAT kind of search. *grumps*

And I have manflu. And so does Beloved. Which means we’re both vying for the most sympathy. So far this is being done by pathetic groaning. It kind of sounds like a duel between 2 very depressed wookies.

I knew that the plague bearer at then office would strike us down. I’m going to sneeze on people in revenge.

I’m now going to sulk in a corner and feel sorry for myself.