Lost

Today was a day when it was both good and bad to be around me. Well, actually bloody marvellous and absolutely gross is a closer description.

The bloody marvellous was that today I could barely speak and completely lost my voice at one point. I generally do the British/Monty Python )let’s face it - it’s all the same) thing at this point… ‘What? What? Leg fallen off? Arm hanging on by skin alone and I have a cannon ball sized hole in my torso? It’s barely a scratch - lt’s get on with it!’ But today I was thinking duvet, cup of fruit tea and DVDs.

But the whole job money Mum yelling at me (Miss a day of work because you’ve got a sore throat and a cough? Who do you think you are?) thing overwhelmed that and I dragged my ass out of bed and coughed my way downstairs.

Then the gross bit started. I started to make a cat/furball type noise complete with convulsions and the flem expulsion started. This went on most of the day. Periods of absolute silence (good) followed by Gollum on acid.

Pleasant.

My voice has once again retreated into the depths of my head and I am swallowing large amounts of lozenges to kick start it for tomorrow (this caused a funny bit today as I had one too many of them and started to sound drunk… that’s when I noticed the words ‘local anaesthetic’ on the box).

This annoys me as I have had my first audio commenter! Dan the man the man with the plan Dan left this little beauty today. Now I had pledged (probably not publicly) that any audio comment left would get replied by the same medium (I can’t say that about video as for some ungodly reason it doesn’t work via iSight!). I could have left a message today but at the moment am alternating between Mariah Carey and Barry White… and not in a good way.

I really should have known what kind of day it was going to be when I saw the nearly-dead magpie in the road.

Oh and sorry about the not visiting/commenting.  Am being rubbish at the moment but have put aside all time before and after Spooks tomorrow for the catch up…  Love you all.