Today I just feel rubbish. I have no specific symptoms other than total knackeredness and complete pole-axedness. I have been in a semi-recumbant position on the kitchen sofa watching Wimbledon pretty much all day. Apart from when I was hiding from the cleaners. I do not usually hide from them. I love them. But one had a cold so it seemed wise.
Everything just feels like hard work. Even getting off the sofa to walk to the loo. You will be pleased to know I am, however, still making the effort. One has certain standards.