The lurgy, the dreaded lurgy.
You know when your throat feels like you’ve swallowed a cactus and your ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton wool? You know when your head feels like someone’s hit it with a hammer, repeatedly, and when you lay down it actually feels worse?
Except, you don’t get to lay down. There’s these little noisy people, they call themselves your children, except your not even sure your alive enough to have had any.
You decide to humour them, drag yourself from your death bed and find out what they want.