You were younger & if you got ill you could stay in bed all day. No responsibilities, no-one expected you to drag your poorly ass out of bed and go and run around after anyone else.
You didn’t have a job to go to, or if you did, well your mum could just ring them up and tell them you were too ill to turn up that day and it wouldn’t matter if you missed some days of work because the money you earned was just pocket money really, and not counted on to pay the bills that month and the responsibilities you had at work really weren’t that great, so they could certainly do without you.
Someone else would sort it all out while you could just concentrate on snuggling under your duvet in your germ infested bed and get better, and a glass of Lucazade would appear at regular intervals on your bedside table from ‘The Get Well Fairy’.
Your friends didn’t stay away as if you had a red cross on the door, they didn't have responsibilities either, so they really didn't think about what would happen if they ‘got the bug’ too.
If only we knew then what we know now. We wouldn't be wishing we were all grown up so much.
I’m feeling better today, but yesterday was pretty crap I can tell you.