And I think I'm going to melt...
Urgh!
No blog today, for The Xym is all hot & bothered with ye plague.
Well, man-flu.
OK, a cold.
More like the sniffles.
No doubt caused by some haggard hate-filled harpy of a Hexenbiest, cursing The Xym with mucus malady for being a meany.
So, I'm on my lunchbreak, quaffing down hot lemsip.
Lemsip!
Why can't they make it taste like Sherbert Lemons, and not the tart taste of eye watering citrus that make your gums draw back as you go eeeeeep!
And less granular. How come, you can put a heaped spoonful of neighbour nobbing Nescafé into a mug, add water and it's nice and smooth.
But small sachet of Lemsip that would barely coat a spoon in a pint pot tastes like drinking a pint of water with sandy grit in every sip?
I should've thought this through. If lemon is so great for the cessation of streaming sinus sneezeries of an expulsive nature, then surely a Lemon Cheesecake will do? MUCH more palatable!
Or failing that, some Key Lime Slop from the Hindes Restaurant, coz then you get the added benefit of staving off scurvy...
....whilst still remaining a scurvy dog. A nautical Nazi. A bigoted buckaneer. A pirate of prejudice. A seasick sailow spewing slime o'er the poop deck. A... (you get the general idea)
So, not blog today, coz I's Ill.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHT'CHOOOOOO!
Urghle.
*sips lempsip*
eeeeeep!