I am told that I was a bit ill. I didn't think I was very ill but Mr M assures me that I was. It was very strange and painful but no runny nose, no sneezes. Just hot, very hot and claggy so you can't breathe and smelly, incredibly smelly which is strange because you have no sense of smell or taste anymore. Not since the virus two years ago.
So you wake up and open your eyes and there they are. The Dead People. There are four of them. You know they are dead because you knew them alive. Cousin Louise, Wheelchair Steve, The Red Elf and a customer that came into the shop when you first opened it in 1984 who was called Mike.
They were sitting by my bed, watching me, watching them.
And I thought......................If that's the best they can do for a reception committee I'm not fecking going!
I ignored them until they went away and now I have been able to sit here long enough to write this much so I am going to complete one or two more tasks and then sleep for a while.