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Can't be. I don't get ill—I get mad, in the sense of genuine mental disorder rather than upset about something. I don't get ill.

Don't get me wrong, I've taken more than my fair share of sickies, I don't do it any more but that's because it would be a personal-hassle rather than that I have a moral objection to doing so. My work always mounts up and only I can do it, so time off has to be balanced against returning to a greater mountain of workload.

This feels different, I don't want to be off. I've been working hard, physically and mentally, over the last few days but this amount of muscle ache? True, I'm getting older but I've been doing things that I do all the time. And I feel too hot.

I've got the flu haven't I? Crivvens.

Still, even although I can't really go off sick [people might discover my secrets] I can hope that by coming into work I might infect everyone else. The entire place will be closed if we achieved plague-like conditions!

There's something about that plan that worries me and suggests that I may be ill.

Or just mad, again.