I’m pretty useless at the moment and have spent the last week feeling very sorry for myself. Why did God give us the common cold? What was the point of this? Did he sit there on day 6 and think ‘I’ve got a few minutes before shift end – what can I add to this mix of mine for a bit of fun? I’ve got my Love, Joy and Happiness and with War, Death and Pestilence I’ve evened the score. I know what – just for a laugh I’ll add a few little germs that won’t do anyone any harm but will be really irritating. There, glad that’s settled, now I’m off to the pub!’
Needless to say I’ve achieved very little in the last week but pass the blame between God and his germs, cussing and blaspheming as I go.