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So on wednesday Katherine tells me she's got an awful case of the flu. So being the good guy I am I hop on a train to surprise her in Leeds. She is happy to see me and I look after her. Until I catch the bleeding thing as well. So we have been collapsed on various sofas/beds/chairs moping and snotting since Wednesday. Saturday we went out for a curry and saw Walk the Line which was frigging amazing. I got home yesterday and I'm still ill but the bastards from work guilt tripped me into going in tonight. I am going to mope and sulk and snot all over them. My mum and my brother also have the dreaded lurgy and she manages to moan about it more than anyone else (shock horror). It is my birthday soon, hurray.