Dose

I caught a chill in Donegal on Sunday. We were standing in this really cold stone house and you know when the chill suddenly gets under your clothes and into your lungs through your chest? Well, that happened to me. So now i am utterly dosed up. I am working through the sorethroat and the drippy nose, but i must admit, i am behaving a bit martyrish. It's because i don't have anyone to mommy me. Isn't so unfair - how come mommys don't have mommys?

I'm blogging because i didn't manage to do it this morning before i set off to work. I find now that if i don't blog my thoughts stay in my head and buzz around - not unlike a few annoying bluebottles that you can't really swipe because they aren't real!!

But they are real and when i don't blog, i can be thinking about something work realted and suddely, it really is like a bluebottle, a blogging type thought buzzes near the vacinity and i am distraced. By lunch time i am incoherent - of course i'm more so today because of the cold. I keep telling myself i'm not going to let this cold win. However, it is hard to ignore fact. The cold is winning.

It has stopped raining. Rain is not uncommon at any time of the year in Northern Ireland. My running in the rain is also not uncommon. But i thought that if i did go running today, i would be proverbially "asking for it". I told myself i'm going running today because it will clear my sinuses. But then i saw the rain and thought - i may have clear sinuses, but i won't be able to tell, cos i'll also be dead.

Perhaps tomorrow i shall feel better.

We're trying to sort out the finances for the house. It turns out that we are not going to have the extension after all. Too expensive.

To hear people talk, you'd think that we'd all be living in the Marshallsea prison tomorrow. It's like two years ago when people were saying that we'd all be living like kings for the rest of our lives. I believe the media in particular is completely hysterical. Instead of being the voice of reason, which is what it's supposed to be, it's become this loudspeaker for the idiotic chicken littles of this world.

Like Sammy Wilson, whose ancestors were immigrants themselves.

I'm not going to waste my time thinking of stupid people.

Like Sammy Wilson.

Ah, i do feel better now. What picture shall i choose? Did i say that i put up two new curtains, sewed a hem (rather unevenly, my mother would be shocked), nailed a few pictures into walls, baked bread and got new pots for our indoors plants. It was a good weekend for making the house look lovely. Operation scared spaces of loveliness is going very well, i must say. It has really kept my spirits up.

On the downside, there are four loads of laundry that need to be folded. Perhaps i'll do that tonight. Time to go back to work.