Spent the day feeling rough as a result of my illness rather than any kind of hangover. Mrs Plug did not take advantage of the possibility of a lie in, choosing instead to get up, cook breakfast for everyone and then get on with her lesson plans for the week. I'm so proud of her efforts, and I hope for her sake (As well as ours!) that she secures a job soon. It's a tough market at the moment. I spent the afternoon drifting in and out of consciousness watching football, only to be rudely awoken by another Spurs Humdinger. However this season ends, I will remember it for a long time. 3-3 away to Wolves with three excellent goals, and a feeling that anything could happen against AC Milan in the week. In the evening I watched "I Love You Phillip Morris" with Jim Carey and Ewen McGregor. I am not sure I particularly enjoyed it, as I sat through it out of Laziness. It stopped me from getting up off of the sofa. I dislike pretty much every film that Jim Carey has been in. Nothing personal, but he just doesn't float my boat, but this wasn't half bad. I am hoping my current frame of mind is one created by tiredness and illness, rather than anything else. Apparently the Sun will shine this week, that usually helps
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