Prospect of a bad day

[sawyl]

I don't have great hopes for today: the weather is grey and mirky, and I've woken up with what feels suspiciously like a lurgi. Thus, instead of doing all the things I was going to do, I now plan to spend the day sitting in a bath chair, tucked up in a tartan rug, a book in one hand, a cup of tea in the other, waited on by a doting nurse who, in extremis, I will no doubt marry in order to disinherit my relatives and induce a great familial schism.