My plans for the Thames Festival have been derailed. Last week's threatening sore throat has blossomed into a full-blown horrible fluey cold with all the trimmings. I managed to get my usual Saturday shop done yesterday, including flowers (fuchsia-coloured asters*), a nice new shirt and some fabric for the fabric mountain, but when I got in I ( Read more... )

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... )

As if anticipating a return to study of outdated technology, the nice old-fashioned whitlow that I developed last year on my right hand seems to be returning. Already the (same) finger has begun to swell up hotly and a small greenish area is developing. Ow. Apparently the treatment is to soak it in warm water for as much time as possible, so I' ( Read more... )