Yesterday I was unwell, and that was annoying. My asthma came back with a vengance, I had a dose of heartburn that had me praying for death or remegel (luckily cartographer had remegel so that sorted the dilemma out) and a headache that left me more or less immobile for half the day and merely cranky for the other half. I have had better days. I was surly.
But all that was okay! I was going to get a good, solid nights sleep, uninterrupted by asthma attacks and stabbing pains in my stomach!. And so I did. The night passed with merely a cough or two - more than is usual for me but less than the previous night and my sleep was uninterrupted. Until some prick started calling my mobile every fifteen minutes from around half five onwards until I became lucid enough to turn it off and bury it in a pile of dirty laundry. It may have been family, in which case I have to remind them of my "Even if you are stuck down a well, wait until 9am (11am on weekends) to tell me" policy on phonecalls.
Whoever it was, their phone is off right now, but when I find out who it was I am going to kill them.