The fridge is stuffed with goodies, and there are more good things on the side in the kitchen. We have mountains of chicken, oodles of pigs in blankets, lashings of champagne and pillows of marshmallows.
Unfortunately, I still have the cold from hell and keep breaking off whatever I’m doing (watching nothing happen on my work computer, sleeping) to cough like a thing that coughs. A grampus, whatever a grampus is. And my ribs are sore where I’ve been coughing, and my throat hurts. I’m due more cold medicine when I’ve finished this.
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shezan visited yesterday and I hope I didn’t give her this cold, because she just doesn’t need it. Smokey liked her, she was very attentive. Mind you, that could be because shezan brought taramasalata and Smokey was drawn by the smell of fish.
I’m expectingaunty_marion some time soon. I’m listening (for some value of listening) to Classic FM, though their choice of Christmas music is quite often the tune the old cow died on. I’m not one of John Rutter’s biggest fans, never have been. Give me a few good old carols and I’m happy, forget this modern stuff.
Having said that, my favourite “Christmas” song is the Pogues and Kirsty MacColl’s “Fairytale of New York”, though a colleague said it was chavs arguing. I like it, and play it when it’s not Christmas.
No sign of my cleaner. I suppose I should empty the bins.
Unfortunately, I still have the cold from hell and keep breaking off whatever I’m doing (watching nothing happen on my work computer, sleeping) to cough like a thing that coughs. A grampus, whatever a grampus is. And my ribs are sore where I’ve been coughing, and my throat hurts. I’m due more cold medicine when I’ve finished this.
shezan visited yesterday and I hope I didn’t give her this cold, because she just doesn’t need it. Smokey liked her, she was very attentive. Mind you, that could be because shezan brought taramasalata and Smokey was drawn by the smell of fish. I’m expecting
aunty_marion some time soon. I’m listening (for some value of listening) to Classic FM, though their choice of Christmas music is quite often the tune the old cow died on. I’m not one of John Rutter’s biggest fans, never have been. Give me a few good old carols and I’m happy, forget this modern stuff.Having said that, my favourite “Christmas” song is the Pogues and Kirsty MacColl’s “Fairytale of New York”, though a colleague said it was chavs arguing. I like it, and play it when it’s not Christmas.
No sign of my cleaner. I suppose I should empty the bins.