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altarielYesterday and today I have had a cold and the things I’m taking are only slightly helping. (The ibuprofen I took about an hour ago has perhaps shifted the terrible pain in my diodes, but I’ve taken so much of it and also Lemsip-variants that I’m afraid my legs are going to drop off or whatever it is that happens when you’ve taken too much stuff in a twenty-four hour period. And I suspect my turkey and tomato sandwich has done more to make me feel better, and possibly the bottle of Lucozade has helped.)
Stupid cold! It is now actively interfering with the many and interesting things that I want and have to do, particularly with Operation Spruce Up Kitchen, the painting bits of which were meant to start tomorrow, only I haven’t been to go and get the paint – because of the damn headache that is the chief symptom of this mere and sordid cold [1]. Did I mention I have a cold? Well, I do.
It is the kind of cold that means you don’t feel ill as such, but you don’t feel actively well enough to do anything at all. So you just get bored, and end up watching backed-up episodes of The Android Invasion. Even more annoyingly, I may have to Eat My Words about ‘The Android Invasion’, which is turning out to be considerably less rubbish than I once claimed it was slightly over fifteen years ago on a university bulletin board – the ensuing e-hostilities about which constituted mine and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mraltariel’s first ever communications. Since tomorrow is our fifteenth anniversary, this has some kind of symmetry, the nature of which I have not yet determined. Stupid cold. It’s even making ‘The Android Invasion’ look good.
It did not, at least, spoil my enjoyment of the rather delicious birthday dinner which we had last night at La Porte des Indes. Menu here [2]. Yes, I know that says it’s a Valentine’s Day menu, but then if your birthday is as February 14thmraltariel’s is, you tend to find yourself eating Valentine’s Day menus. Actually, you tend not to be able to get a booking anywhere, or else you end up in a too-full restaurant, surrounded by people who look like they’re not having as nice a time as they would like. But they’d staggered the bookings, so it felt comfortably full (although the woman opposite did look like she wasn’t having as nice a time as she would have liked, but that was chiefly because her horrid boyfriend spent the first ten minutes talking LOUDLY INTO HIS MOBILE ABOUT BUSINESS rather than making the evening All About Her. "Chuck him!" we kept muttering at her).
Oh well, that’s LJ done. What can I do now to ease the terrible aching boredom? Aha, is that a Phryne Fisher I see before me...?
1. I have just finished all the Jill books by Ruby Ferguson, and these are Jill’s favourite condemnatory adjectives..
2. No, I did not eat the scallops. They would almost certainly have made me ill, which would have been a total misery on top of My Cold. .
Stupid cold! It is now actively interfering with the many and interesting things that I want and have to do, particularly with Operation Spruce Up Kitchen, the painting bits of which were meant to start tomorrow, only I haven’t been to go and get the paint – because of the damn headache that is the chief symptom of this mere and sordid cold [1]. Did I mention I have a cold? Well, I do.
It is the kind of cold that means you don’t feel ill as such, but you don’t feel actively well enough to do anything at all. So you just get bored, and end up watching backed-up episodes of The Android Invasion. Even more annoyingly, I may have to Eat My Words about ‘The Android Invasion’, which is turning out to be considerably less rubbish than I once claimed it was slightly over fifteen years ago on a university bulletin board – the ensuing e-hostilities about which constituted mine and
mraltariel’s first ever communications. Since tomorrow is our fifteenth anniversary, this has some kind of symmetry, the nature of which I have not yet determined. Stupid cold. It’s even making ‘The Android Invasion’ look good. It did not, at least, spoil my enjoyment of the rather delicious birthday dinner which we had last night at La Porte des Indes. Menu here [2]. Yes, I know that says it’s a Valentine’s Day menu, but then if your birthday is as February 14th
mraltariel’s is, you tend to find yourself eating Valentine’s Day menus. Actually, you tend not to be able to get a booking anywhere, or else you end up in a too-full restaurant, surrounded by people who look like they’re not having as nice a time as they would like. But they’d staggered the bookings, so it felt comfortably full (although the woman opposite did look like she wasn’t having as nice a time as she would have liked, but that was chiefly because her horrid boyfriend spent the first ten minutes talking LOUDLY INTO HIS MOBILE ABOUT BUSINESS rather than making the evening All About Her. "Chuck him!" we kept muttering at her). Oh well, that’s LJ done. What can I do now to ease the terrible aching boredom? Aha, is that a Phryne Fisher I see before me...?
1. I have just finished all the Jill books by Ruby Ferguson, and these are Jill’s favourite condemnatory adjectives..
2. No, I did not eat the scallops. They would almost certainly have made me ill, which would have been a total misery on top of My Cold. .
