The title says it all.

I've been unwell for a week and it's rotten.

The most rotten part is not being sick, although that's bad enough. The most rotten part is not having your mother living with you to look after you, tell you to go to bed, come in and check on you every so often and bring you watered down fizzy drinks.

It didn't help that Husband Dearest had to go away for three days for work. Nor that I'm too silly to ask my very accommodating neighbour for help...

It'll be nice in heaven when no-one gets sick!