Bloody typical

Woke up this morning with my sinuses blocked up like the M25 (a government sponsored car park if ever there was one) in rush hour, a sore throat and a hacking cough - which can only mean one thing - it's gonna be a snotty Christmas.
It was bound to happen, it is the way of the world, you spend the entire year dragging your ass into work, even when you feel a bit off-colour or under the weather you somehow soldier on surviving on grim determination, coffee and painkillers.. and then you get within a few days of some time off and you begin to relax and - BAM!
Here comes the common cold.
If it was any other week I'd be tucked up in bed right now, but also it's sod's law that you get a cold in the last few days as you cannot possibly call in sick, not even if your legs fall off (Ask Stumpy McAngry, he'll tell you). No self-respecting company would ever believe you're genuinely ill this week - they'll automatically assume that you were out on the piss or you're swinging the lead, because this is the harsh cynical world we live in folks.
So I'm going to try and share a few germs round the office instead, cos that's what this time of year is all about isn't it? Sharing with others?
Ho-ho--ho!