The worst thing about being off work sick (aside from the not-earning-any-money aspect) is how boring it all is. I spent most of yesterday moping about in a daze, unable to concentrate on anything even slightly demanding, and became weirdly obsessed with The Lord of the Rings, having watched one and a half of the movies before falling asleep on ( Read more... )

I've been feeling increasingly tired and wobbly all today, and the infection or whatever it is seems to have turned a sizeable proportion of my brain to mush. This morning, I wandered feebly around Moorgate trying to find the Metropolitan Archive, which I thought was near the Guildhall. It took me about an hour of traipsing through the City's ( Read more... )

I think I've figured out the reason for Friday and Saturday's lack of brain function; yesterday I felt so wobbly that it finally occurred to me to check my temperature, which turned out to be just over 100, so I stayed in bed for most of the day. This morning the weather was clear, bright and for the first time in weeks not too clammy, and I felt ( Read more... )