Big Week Down the Metaphorical Drain?

This week is a fairly big week. After the heroics of last weekend, this week had a lot of pressure to live up to expectations. Despite not going close, the best is yet to come. Or is it?

It's Wednesday morning. It's 5:40am. I'm shivering whilst burning up at the same time, my head feels as if it's been pummelled to the floor with a particularly large sledgehammer and someone may have set fire to my throat during the very few hours I managed to get to sleep, with the sneezes that are now appearing due to the Devil Illness that is Hayfever, it's safe to say I'm not in the best of ways. So, why am I on a laptop in the ridiculously early hours of the morning you may ask? Nope. I don't know either. But it's a distraction, and talking to you lot and listening to The Jam, is better than staring into space, trying to decide if your limbs are situated in the Sahara or the Arctic Circle.

It would of been much better if I had been ill this time last night. Then, I wouldn't of had to attend the most pointless session ever devised by mankind. Seetec meetings are meetings for the unemployed. Meetings for people on Jobseekers and meetings to help people find work. At least I think it was, as the fat, balding man sat at a desk and inundated our brains with pointless facts about the Jeremy Kyle watching, Beer drinking, lazy idiots that were, us. He didn't tell us a single thing that I didn't already know and spent the whole 90 minutes talking in a monotonous tone that was enough to send the most workaholiced man to sleep. It nearly even made me late for golf, although in the end it didn't, and I shot a modest 85. Beddoe hit an eagle on the 4th. I nearly hit a swan on the 16th. Don't ask.

So, I was fine yesterday. No hint of an illness, although I did have a bit of a sore throat but nothing too life threatening. After the pub quiz, which was definitely a case of So Near Yet so Yen, me and Ridgway drove home, (via McDonalds, of course!), and it was at this point where I didn't feel too well. I even went to sleep before midnight, which is most certainly a rarity these days, and I awoke 5 hours later, to find my senses had deserted me. Ruined.

And just as the week was starting to get interesting. I was due to referee tonight at Biggleswade Utd, earning what would be some very useful bucks, and getting back on the game for the final stretch before the close season. However, I reckon I might have to make some awkward phone calls to a few people. Friday, of course, is the date to remember. 15th April, means another MAFC Cup Final. If I am not well for that, our already slim chance of pulling off a shock win, will be cut even further and then I'm refereeing your bog standard league come Saturday. If I stay like this, I might make a few people a bit unhappy. But what can you do?

Well, given my head is exploding just looking at the screen, I suppose it might be a good idea to go back to bed.. My bad!