Bb's boss: How is he?
Me: Asleep.
Her: Oh goodness, still?
Me: Well yes, that's what the 'flu's like isn't it...
Her: Does he have antibiotics?
Me: No, it's the 'flu.
Her: Has he been to the doctor?
Me: No, it's the 'flu
Her: Are you sure?
Me: Err yes, as sure as I can be. Temperature/freezing cold/ache all over/sweat like mad/barely eating/sleeping a lot...that's the 'flu.
Her: Shouldn't he see a doctor?
What, one of those with notices in their windows saying in dirty great letters 'IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE 'FLU PLEASE STAY AWAY'?
