Influenzed

Having been struck down with a dodgy eye infection and swollen glands has been a complete disaster not just for my sight but for my social life, which is going down the pan with the dregs of the rose that has been in the fridge for weeks.
No shopping, no food in the cupboards, no men.

Gruesome and painful; I cancelled a date because I was worried about freaking the guy out with my pop-eye.

As well as applying for a job in Zurich (the best place to live in the entire world according to Monocle magazine www.monocle.com) and getting on well with mysinglebestmateneedsadate.com my hopes were dashed twice in one week: no dream job in design in Swizzerland, and no illicit snog over a mojito. no no no.