So you are ill. What do you do? You try to get out of bed, and you can’t. You reach for Neurofen and luckily there are some left. You pull the bed clothes over your head, and sink. Four hours go by, and you suddenly wake up, and you cough on your first breath. Grab that pump, and your are saved. Pop the hayfever tablets, and you sink again. This ordeal goes for another five sessions. A day goes by, and you don’t even know what day it is. Iranian chicken spoon with turnips. Yuk! But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Luckily the ex got that sorted. Virgos are at their best for nurturing, never mind love, most of them are far too cynical for that. I knew the Full Moon was going to be tough, and as an Iranian Astrologer I am not a fatalist. I believe you always have choices, and if you think you don’t, you make them. You make your own luck. So now I am on the recovery and back to my typing. But I have bed pains. Nightmare. I have this massage cushion, and it’s lovely typing on my Samsung Galaxy S2, whilst the cushion sorts out my back. I just knew that that guy in the train sent some mean bugs my way when he coughed.