Cook's Blog Number 42: Cabin Night Fever

Dearest friend,

I write you this letter from my sickbed. For thrice days now I have fought a raging battle with the most dreaded of illnessess: Man Flu.

I hear you sigh, dear friend. 60% of that sigh is probably because the term 'Man Flu' is outdated and sexist, 40% of the sigh was out of sheer desperation for the struggle of your wonderful friend Victoria Cook and the remaining 30%* was because someone ate all the green triangle Quality Streets.

I have now been stuck in my cottage for three days, nursing myself back to health, gripped in the turmoil of this fever. PLEASE SEND RATIONS!! Anything will do as long as it's this. Or this.

Yours frailishly,

Victoria Cook

*I used a calculator for the above calculations, although my mam keeps insisting it is a TV remote. Whatevs.

 

 Man Flu. LIVE SCENES

Man Flu. LIVE SCENES