Today started off fine: got up, faffed on pooter, went shopping (Buckingham Tesco and garden centre, Homebase - our lives are just that exciting), came home, had lunch, went for a lie-down ( Read more... )

In all the excitement of having flu-type symptoms ("Oh, honestly, who doesn't?!") - which is not actually that exciting, it mostly involves feeling crappy, taking painkillers, and sleeping, just like my everyday life in fact - I never got around to noting that this year's Remix has opened for business. Well, it has (sometime on Sunday, I don't know ( Read more... )

MIGRAINE!

(And that means day off work. And that means I'm at least £80 down this month. I could work it out exactly, but, um, not right now.)

I am getting off the computer, I just wanted to check the world was still here. Apparently it is, so I'm going to try and get some sleep ( Read more... )

Having a lovely time one day inevitably has its price; I ache all over and have a splitting headache. Worse, one of my best friends is very unhappy and I don't know how to fix it. Also, there is shouting somewhere outside, like someone's giving a speech through a megaphone or something. In Bicester? On a Sunday? Unlikely ( Read more... )

Wait. Yes, yes, actually I do ( Read more... )

We are away to watch Eurovision at with some friends. This means that I've just had to have an early and somewhat eccentric dinner, as they are lovely people but I end up sick every time I go there. Most memorable was last New Year's Eve - not the one just gone, I was mid-gastroenteritis then and ill anyway, but the one before, when I found myself ( Read more... )

Judy pointed out to me that we have about three gooseberries coming up on our new gooseberry bush. This is very exciting. So long as we don't find any babies under it, I shall be quite happy ( Read more... )

Dear powers-that-be

As you are no doubt aware, being omniscient and all, I work five days a week at a job that manages to combine the worst elements of tedium and stress and that leaves me wiped out when I come home in the evenings.

You probably also know that I spend most of my Saturdays asleep, because it takes that much out of me.

I therefore ask ( Read more... )

Look! athousanderrors wrote me get well commentfic!

Tragically, I am not sick enough to stay in bed today, although I suspect all I shall be doing at work is slumping over my desk and making piteous noises. (I do that most days, actually, but usually I also get a small amount of work done. I make no promises of that today.)

... that is, the world in which one's imaginary heartthrobs do not mysteriously dress up in tiger costumes for no readily apparent reason ( Read more... )