I fucking wish.
The weather has been bloody terrible here for the last God only knows how long. We're currently suffering chronic "sunshine and showers" and the temperature is firmly stuck below 10°C. This means that you can't dress for the weather. It's better to stay indoors as much as possible.
Snot
I've got a cold. Having not had one for some time, I'd forgotten how thoroughly miserable they can make a person feel. This isn't even a bad one: it started on Thursday evening with an overwhelming fatigue and soreness on the left side of my throat. This moved fairly rapidly into the left hand side of my sinuses, which became blocked immediately. After an uncomfortable night's sleep, or lack of it, I didn't feel fit to travel the 30 miles to work, so took a sickie and went back to bed. I'm sure most of feeling ill associated with having a cold is down to lack of sleep more than anything.
By Friday night, I'd lost half of my bodily fluid through my nose. This was compounded by having a rather hot curry at an Indian restaurant.
Status report, Sunday 9th April, 19.07 hrs: glands up; cough started; nose still congested; throat not bad; feeling exquisitely giddy about starting seeing somebody utterly lovely.
Calvin and Hobbes
My Calvin and Hobbes collection came. This is a work of absolute beauty and I'm about to take to my bed to start working through them.
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Well Sniffy, glad to hear that Calvin and Hobbs were returned to you. Sorry about the stuffy head, sore throat and all that, and, apparently you have a new love.
Spiffy...........
WHO?
Loss of bodily fluids through nose? Tell us another one....
C'mon then. Who's the bird?
I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you, then she'd kill me.
You might be able to work it out from comments on the previous post though.
Strange. I was having your weekend for a while there: cold misery, Friday curry. Till you got to the "exqisitely giddy" part. That is nice for you and worth having a cold for, don't you think. Me? Sunday night Kletzmer.
I forgot this - u
Ta.
'feeling exquisitely giddy about seeing someone absolutely lovely'.
I hope the reality lives up to the hyperbole.
Hmmmm, can I guess?
So Sniffy, spill the beans. Tell us all about your dangerous liaisons.
PO
Soz that you feel rotten. I guess it wouldn't help to hear how great my day was going???, being my birthday and all. Love to you Sniff and I hope you get your "sniffer" all sorted out soon. Colds are the pits. love ya! chelle.
Well, I think that keeping secrets in blogworld is a dangerous way to start a relationship. Why not come clean with it? That way we can congratulate the other half, etc. :>
And I'm glad to hear that you're on the mend. I am relatively lucky, having an overactive immune system, in that I will NEVER get a cold. Or maybe even the flu. I don't know what all might be covered. Really, though, I'd trade my immune system for a garden-variety cold any day. Now I've depressed myself.
Goodbye.
well Miss Giddy-please tell us more, we're all aflutter over this little tidbit....
You might as well tell us coz we're only gonna find out anyway then write it all over the toilet walls down the local pub.
SO sorry about the fast snot. Have you used up all your sick days what with the lumpy breast?
Off to do some sleuthing on the previous entry's comments.
I feel completely misled.
There were no good clues other than April seems to know some of the story.
Sigh. Guess I'll have to go mind my own business which is not NEARLY as fun.
You need to check your e-mails Whinger!
Who doesn't love Calvin & Hobbes?
Who ya shagging girl?
Colds are good.
Foreplay to Bird Flu.
Okay, so you've bagged yourself a bag and are obviously licking a few clots for fun, but it doesn't mean you can neglect the rest of us!
Post, for fucks sake before you end up a part-timer like April. You wouldn't want that now, would you?
hope you aren't so terribly sick that you cannot enjoy your day off, but then, you ARE blogging, so you can't be dying or anything nasty like that.
Yeah Sniffer. you're supposed to porvide a dose of daily entertainment and you're slacking.
Poor show.
I say what Trump said.
Oh, hello Trump? Who are you then?
*sniggers*
Hmmmmm Trump!
who, me?!
I know nothing.
* bahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa - finally exhales *
I can't keep my breath baited any longer - I quite like being alive. So we're going to have to wait to be told who the bright, young thing is, eh? I sure couldn't get any clues from the last posts comments (except that I also think it's Trump, probably only because SID does).
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