Snot. And more snot.
2007-07-30, 9:30 p.m.
Crappety crap crap CRAP weekend!Mostly by virtue of having a head entirely filled with snot for the whole duration. Saturday morning the builders arrived pictures here as per usual at 7.30. I tried to stay asleep but there was just no chance. I don’t think anyone can operate a digger quietly!
Kath turned up just as Id got dressed and we escaped to Lidls for a bit. Cuoldnt really concentrate on what I was buying – consequently bought pretty much nothing except four bottles of gin. Im trying to run the freezer down so that I can defrost it and one of the things taking up a whole shelf was a myriad of marge tubs, plastic bags and icecream cartons, filled with last years sloes. Ive now got four great flagons of sloe gin on the go and we’re almost into THIS years sloe season. Yay! That means the stuff Ive just made will be just about ready at the beginning of December and I can make another batch – always supposing I can be arsed to go sloe picking – in September, which will be ready around January/February time.
Better stock up on Bender Mender pronto!
Helped out with shifting the first load of bricks and blocks round to the back garden and then felt like a big pile of snotty snot and had to go back to bed. Managed to go out for about an hour in the evening but felt so rough I had to come home again. Probably Cain the Chiropractor greeting me with “Hello Stepfie! Fucking Hell, you look ROUGH!” didn’t exactly make me feel full of the joys of spring.
Also, the ‘Live Music’ was a fat old bloke in a red shirt and studded belt, singing along to backing tracks with the reverb turned up to 11. If you clamp your hand over your mouth and sing “Jamba *marmamar* Pie, Filet *marmarmar* Son-of-a *marmamarramar* on the bayou”, you’ll get a pretty good flavour of the sound quality. If you cant sing at ALL, you’ll also have the performance quality pretty much nailed. Tried to get a good picture on my phone to send to smashthegas but its actually quite hard to do that discretely when there’s, like, ten people in the place. I did feel momentarily sorry for the bloke when he started pleading for people to “come on up and have a Daaaaance”. What? You mean the two toddlers and the Downs Syndrome teenager who dances to EVERY song aren’t good enough for you, dude? Actually, the toddlers were pretty good. And the Downs Syndrome teenager? Cant top her for stamina, she must be as fit as fuck. I’d be dead if I danced like that for as long as she does. Fair play, girl.
Sunday I stayed in bed most of the day, only getting up briefly to whine about how crap I felt and to yell (whinily!) at BF for not having a better bedside manner and not getting me stuff and not feeding me little delicacies etc etc.
Eventually, of course, he said “OK! Well, what do you WANT?”
I yelled back “I DON’T KNOW!”, and burst into tears. Helpfully. At that point, he went out. “Fuck off”, I snuffled at his disappearing rear view. When he came back, he’d bought tortellini and garlic bread from the Tesco garage and made me some supper and I dozed on the sofa under the poorly blankie with one eye on From Russia With Love.
Much MUCH too ill to go to work this morning. By the time I got up, the kids had come back from Shagnasty’s and were watching telly in the sitting room. BF was in the garden, harassing helping the bricklayer.
Nipped into town and got some heavy duty cold remedy stuff. Don’t know why I don’t take stuff like that right from the off when I get a cold. The ones with enormous amounts of caffeine and paracetamol are DA BOMB and I soon felt much better. Got the kids away from the telly and into the kitchen. Told them they could do painting but they could ONLY USE ONE COLOUR. They made a massive fuss but the end results were actually pretty much OK.
Treac was going through her blooooo period
Whilst Jooj was a little green around the gills
Back to work tomorrow – running a little book in my head on how many emails I’ll have waiting for me after being away for one and a half working days. Its gotta be into three figures, Im sure.
Still coughing like a consumptive Victorian child so hoping to spread a little virus happiness around the office tomorrow. I think I shall wear grey. It’ll match my face.