No blog today, my brain has gone away.
I only just managed to feed the Wonder Dog.
No blog today, I’ve had the monthly jab,
The drug has kicked in and my head’s in a fog.

My stomach’s churning, my head is really pounding.
I drag myself around like I’m nearly half dead.
I want to lie down, I can’t be bothered typing.
Whatever I’d write…you’d wish you hadn’t read.

No blog today, my brain has gone away.
All I’ve thought up is cynical and bad.
No blog today, I apologise dear readers.
It’s all about me; I’m feeling sick and sad.

Seriously folks, when the drug’s swirling around inside I lose my rose-coloured glasses; the world becomes a dark and miserable place, without hope and utterly futile. I know I’ll feel better in a couple of days but until then, I’m lying low and keeping my opinions to myself. (Well, except for the Wonder Dog and the Old Boy, who allow me to rant without fear of retribution. Bless ’em.)

(With apologies to Herman’s Hermits: No milk today. Yes, I’m that old.)