One Flu Over? | Gearóid Ó Cairealláin - The Definitive Activist | Israeli Barbarity Knows No Boundaries.
ONE FLU OVER? I have the flu. It’s a sign of my loyalty to you dear reader, that I write this column in my sick bed. Bathed in sweat. I’ve changed my T shirt four times since Saint Stephen’s Day. I ran out of paper hankies and turned to kitchen roll for nose cleaning duties. The snatters are tripping me. I’ve changed my sheets as well. Three times. Everyone else is away so I phoned Richard. ‘I’ve got the flu’ I told him. ‘This could be my last call to you’. ‘I would be so lucky,’ he retorted. ‘Try a hot whisky’. ‘I still haven’t done my weekly column.’ I told him. ‘You have until Saturday,’ he consoled me. ‘By the way, be careful you don’t have Covid’. ‘I got my Covid injection,’ I replied. ‘And your flu one also,’ he countered. That was true. Richard is usually the most helpful person I know but he has had a few days off. He seems to have forgotten that we are friends. A friend in need is a friend indeed and all that. Or maybe he was just being ...