On manflu

Just as the sun has decided to unveil itself to Oxford, I appear to contracted some hideous virus that has liquidized my brain: there can be no other explanation for both my limited capacity for thought and the sheer quantity of fluid escaping out of my nose. As I have an Arabic lesson shortly, this may well use up my entire intellectual resources for today, so it is likely that this is all you’re getting for M in the A to Z blogging challenge. Hopefully service will resume tomorrow, should I survive.

(I did warn you I’m a kvetch about these matters.)