Chapter 107
I'm still stuck in bed the next day. I have never been so bored. It's worse than spending a lifetime with Howard's weird friend Lester Corncrake. Actually, it's not. Nothing could be worse than that. This is still boring, though. So far, Howard and I have read three more books, played eight games of noughts and crosses, and listened to two CDs, one of mine and one of his. His wasn't actually as awful as I expected. That stuff hasn't been bad. What's bad is the fact that I've had to do it all while stuck in bed.
"When can I go back to work?" I ask Naboo that evening.
"You actually want to go back to work?"
"Yes! I'm bored."
"You're bored?"
"Yes. You know that I've got the attention span of a four year old child. Look, I feel fine. Can I go back to being an adult?"
"Are you sure you feel okay?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Okay then. If you're feeling up to it, you can go back in the morning."
"Brilliant! Thanks Naboo!"
"But if you feel at all ill or anything, you have to let me know, alright?"
"I will. You promise I can go back tomorrow, though?"
"I promise."