Gay Mumps.

My housemate has been struck down by the MUMPS !

MUMPS!

Poor old Jordy, his neck has swollen up good and proper and he’s been advised to stay in bed until it clears up. He’s also still contagious and as such we have had to quarantine him to the house. I was immunised as a teen (this has not stopped me from developing a suspiciously sore throat, which is clearly psychosomatic) and so was Barnaby but Phil, alas, is not sure. As he is the most regular visitor to the house bar Nic, he’s been exiled to his little flat till further notice. I saw Jordy last night and his neck was hoooge. If he wasn’t in pain, it would actually be funny ;) I’d won a goody bag from work in relation to the LiveWell week they’ve just started and amongst other things it contained a cold-pack which I handed over to help ease the swelling.

How funny is the word MUMPS? If you say it too many times, as with so many other words, it ceases to sound like a real word.

Mumps mumps mumps. Mwahahaha.

But I digress. LiveWell is a nice idea, encouraging positive health and fitness changes to your life via free apples, healthy canteen food, free stress-relief workshops, stop-smoking courses and a free 12-week weight management course. Ultimately, I decided to give that a go, because it sounds a lot like weight-watchers and it won’t cost me a penny.