sickSore throat, sore muscles, sore head.
Unable to think straight, unable to hear properly.
So I'm at home bringing my timesheets and expenses up to date and generally feeling poorly.
At 1pm I popped round the corner to Church and my mate Duncan McLaren's funeral.
For anniversary fans, this man has style -- he was born on Christmas day 25/12/1927 and died on Armistice day 11/11/2002.
I'm sure it was a good funeral, but I couldn't hear and I couldn't sing. I came home again.
Did I say I was hard of thinking? I've just tried to log in to LJ using a root password from a Samba server I had shut down about two years ago.
And my colleague keeps phoning me from a customer site asking me involved questions about Exchange and X.400 and samba and winbind and pam and ... and I want to crawl into a hole and pull the hole in after me.
