Here I am bending the laws of time again.
I'm currently laid out with the cold that Jack kindly forwarded onto me. I am doing more than I usually would, seeing as I would usually be in bed trying to sleep through it. This is probably the first time in my life when I've been forced to get up(and do the ironing, washing up, etc) as opposed to just riding it out.
It turns out that it's not that hard to ignore the ache in my joints just as long as I have something to focus on(like the ironing, which I always enjoy anyway). I'm glad I know this, although it does mean I can no longer lie to myself and get extra time in bed just for being ill.