"Just when I thought that I was out they pull me back in"

Thus spoke Michael Corleone in the Godfather although the same could be said about my past 24 hours. I have honestly tried to be on my best behaviour. I cycled another 25 km last night and spent another 20 minutes on the punchbag but I'm starting to flail like a big chubby flailing thing.

Not only have I gone down with man flu, widely recognised as the most debilatating kind of flu, but I'm halucinating to the point that everywhere I look there's chocolate. Chocolate in sexy abundance, and it's doing it's best to seduce me. Dirty, slutty chocolate, damn your sweet sweet salivatory ways! No thanks, as well, to the folks at work where yesterday I was offfered Cadbury's whor... sorry... heroes in editorial whilst in my office they were gobbling down walnut whips. Even at my folk's house my dad watched the Reading Vs Man Utd game whilst nibbling on chocolate covered nuts. Aaggghhh! football! my achilles heel when it comes to doing nothing and having a few beers. Thankfully though these were all offers I could refuse but for how long I know not.

Meanwhile at work a turf war has broken out with the lads and lasses siding up and declaring their allegiances to either myself or Helen. Personally I think this town is just about big enough for the two of us, for how long I don't know, but I even gave Helen a yoga dvd to help her out. A case of keeping friends close but enemies even closer? Damn right.

Battlelines are definitely drawn. The office territory has been divided. I run the supply route from the west side of the office where the water cooler is whilst Helen owns the east side where the diet coke is stashed. It's a relatively peaceful co-existence at the moment as in the no man's land between us both is the kettle. Believe me there's been more bloodshed over who makes brews in the office than anything else thanks to Don Carla Flynn's hard line operation fuelled, in no small amount, by caffeine addiction. As Don Carla says: With power comes responsibility, and it's your turn to make us all a brew.

On that note, I'm off to put the kettle on. Coffee all round and a lemsip max for me...