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It's the first beautiful, sunny and hot long weekend in May in years and i havent' gone out of the house since the funeral for my uncle on Saturday morning! I'd been fighting a cold pretty much since i got home and appear to have lost the "cold" wars. I thought it wouldn't amount to much because i seemed to be able to keep it at bay. It was there but advancing very slowly so i hoped it wouldn't arrive full force but i was wrong. After three weeks off work for holidays i'm now going to have to call in sick! How tacky is that? But i know i won't be able to make it in to work, i just feel like crap.