Boy came home from school just before the holidays with the mother of all lurgies. There's a lot of it about over here at the moment. We cancelled our trip to see my family and settled in for a right miserable Christmas. Christmas eve night I was awoken by unpleasantly cold feet. I got up to put on some socks, and when got back into bed and moved to warm myself up on my usually toasty wife I found she was cool to the touch. After an instant of panic I heard breathing and presumed it was me running a temperature. Afterwards, unable to get back to sleep, I lie in bed becoming more and more aware that quite a lot of me was in pain - like all my muscles and all my joints. Which ever way I turned to get comfortable I would be lying on something which hurt. Even lying on my back hurt my hips for some reason. It's at this point I turned to the only thing which has kept our family going for the past few days - drugs. More specifically Nurofen. Boy has his delicious strawberry flavoured kiddy Nurofen and there is blessed Nurofen Plus for the adults. There is bound to be more Nurofen in subsequent posts. Although wonderfully petite in stature, the wife has the constitution of an ox but even she is no match for the lurgie from hell and she too has fallen victim. Poor thing doesn't really have any experience of feeling grotty so it has come as a bit of a shock. "I've felt better" she croaked when I asked her how she felt. I have no such compunction but she views going to bed during the day as weakness. Yesterday and today she went back to bed. Both mine and boy's temperatures are back to normal but boy has been left with a nasty cough. I've been left with hot and cold sweats - I'm confused how that happens with a normal temperature.