I woke up pretty early feeling a little shivery. By the time the afternoon came round I was running a very high temperature and feeling awful. I recognised all the signs, I had a kidney infection. I am prone to them, and they usually go after 48 hours, but I was cursing my luck that it happened now. I was looking forward to knocking a hole in the workload, and enjoying the peace. As it stood I was not fit to do any work. I sat wrapped up in a duvet watching Reading Festival on the TV and feeling rather old and jealous. I hope she is enjoing herself. She deserves it. I think Mrs Plug thinks I am inventing my illness as an excuse not to work, but I am genuinely rough. When I go to bed eventually I have a fitful night, and am delirious at points. I was quite worried.
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