Drip, drip, drip . . . No, I did not have to deal with a leaking tap over the weekend, but a sorry nose. Needless to say, I did not accept its apology. It had let me down and I was disappointed. Three weeks into a work placement with children I had begun to think of myself as mightily insulated from germs. I believed that I had developed some kind of armour about my immune system. Then, I got sneezed on twice and meekly succumbed.
On Friday my head started to spin and I worried I might be going in for ‘Viral Vertigo’ (yes, there is such an illness and I have experienced it). Luckily, (not that I felt lucky) it was just your regular good old fashioned cold. Hubs tried to distract me with a film: ‘The Green Lantern’. It only rang a bell because I am a massive fan of the ‘Big Bang Theory’ where it has been referenced. The film did two things for me: a) enlightened me as to who Ryan Reynolds actually was and b) introduced me to a new level of ugliness in Peter Sarsgaard’s character Hector. In fairness to the actor I’m pretty sure his appearance was achieved through makeup and / or CGI and to give credit to him he did a great impression of a Klingon with a hangover, should have won an oscar 😉 Unfortunately, entertaining as the film was the cold had begun to tighten its grip and kept pulling me into an unsettled slumber where it was hard to distinguish the nightmares from Peter Sarsgaard’s face. I really must catch that film again sometime . . .
By Saturday a demented bongo style rhythm was playing on repeat in my weary head. I continued to fall asleep only to jolt awake feeling pain everywhere and a determined shiver despite my proximity to the fire. Again, hubs tried to cheer me up by finding ‘Horrible Histories’ on the TV. Fearing it might encourage my own hazy hallicinations I nevertheless couldn’t help laughing at the ‘Hairy Vikings’ who were throwing all kinds of animals into a bubbling pot, including a seagull! Glad I didn’t live in those days then . . .
On Sunday, I felt a little better which meant we ventured to my in-laws for lunch, ate far too much and collapsed clutching our bellies for the rest of the afternoon. The highlight of the weekend actually happened on Friday when hubs bought me a gorgeous new blue dress. I only mention it now as a balm to all this talk of sickness. It’s a good job I’m feeling much healthier at this stage and ready to wear it to some glittering event in the future. Now, when I say glittering, I mean vaguely shiny . . .
And to end on an even more positive note today is the last day of January! Goodbye you miserable fog of a month and hello February with your promise of rugby, hearts and flowers. I’m sure it’s going to be a great writing month too. I’ve been coming up with some ideas for a new roadtrip style adventure whilst formatting my ebook ‘Ghost Writer’ and will keep you posted on all developments 🙂
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