Comedy Illness Bingo
Following on from my hilarious bout of Orcitis earlier in the year, I've ended up with another funny-for-people-who-like-to-point-and-laugh type illness - Ringworm. This is, of course, a direct consquence of rolling around on the floor with sweaty men (which I do on Monday and Wednesday evenings). Being a contagious little fungus, I'm off training till it clears up which is a royal knacker.
Still, gives me more time to run in anticipation of next years Manchester 10k. Of course I havem't actually started running yet, but I will. Soon. When the snow fucks off.
Speaking of the snow (all 18 inches or so of it), it struck me the other day that my reaction to the white stuff is a sure sign of geting old. Ws I enchanted by the wonderful winter scene, and did I think with glee about the forthcoming antics such as sledging and snowball fights? Did I bollocks. I was just pissed off that schools would be closed meaning I had to worry about extra childminding, that I would have to spend ages getting to work, that I had to shovel the snow of the sodding drive every night, and worse of all) my feet are getting cold.
Damn snow. Damn it to hell.