I was diagnosed via the internet at the beginning of this week.  Internet though! How crappy. I’m not even allowed to go to see my Doctor if I’m feeling crappy and have at least two of the symptoms. Which I did.

You’re basically sent to an NHS website to answer a load of questions, if you say yes to enough of them, you’re given a code number and told to send someone to go and collect your Tamiflu for you.

What a kerfuffle.

So, now I have my Tamiflu and am thankfully beginning to feel better. Poor B has been left to entertain himself over the past few days, so because of this the house is an utter disgrace, but I’m not being too cross with him, as he must have been bored rigid, due to me not being allowed to go anywhere or do anything.

I’m hoping to be better by Monday as we’ve made plans to take B and one of his cousins to Legoland.