I've Got A Temperature

In true masculine fashion and a result of being stuck on the flight back from Bristol full of sneezy, coughing travellers I now find myself spending Christmas Eve stuck in bed with:

• Aching muscles
• A drippy nose
• Sore Head
• Sore Throat
• Rabies
• Onset of Ebola Virus............

List is not exhaustive and my need for sympathy is directly proportional to my enormous suffering and the 2 miles of bog roll I've used blowing my nose.