Nothing (much) To Report

Well, now I know what those tingly things were - it was just me coming down with some nasty, shitty cold type thing. Big hairy pants.

Well, at least it wasn’t the menopause I hear you all say (very quietly). I’ve been a complete martyr and come into work today after spending the last 4 days under a duvet and watching some truly shite day time TV. That’s enough to make anyone get better.  Jerremy Kyle! What a smug opinionated twunt he is. If I was a 14 year old chav with 2 kids and a boyfriend whose only interest in life is wanking in a small flat and drinking with his mates, I don’t think I’d be interested in any of his advice. Advice that, to me, consisted only of “you’re far too young!” (well, I could only actually stomach 5 minutes of the drivel so maybe it got better)

Anyway, enough of my rant on daytime TV…well, OK just a bit more. Princess Nikki! What a program. For a daytime slot, this was actually quite good. Nikki from Big Brother being made to gut fish and clean out a deep fat fryer. Priceless. So 4 days being ill - not entirely wasted.

What was I talking about?

Oh yeah, right….I was in London last week and was planning on spending the Saturday being all spangly and going around Covent Garden. I felt so ill that it was all I could do to just drag myself to Paddington to get a train home. People shuffled as far as possible away from me on the tube - I looked awful and wasn’t entirely sure if I was going to throw up or pass out (so can’t say I blame them really). I told my Nan about this and she said “They probably thought you were a Druggie!”

Yeah. Thanks Nan.

So whilst I may be at work, I am taking it very easy. Have read through 50 emails but not actually done anything about them yet. Maybe tomorrow. I only really came in to use the inkjet printer anyway But there is a reason for taking it easy - I must be better by Saturday. Whale is coming over for an afternoon Ready Steady Cook challenge, all to be made with whatever I have in my cupboards…which is mainly beans…followed by our annual pre-christmas drinky. This year to be in Stroud. Woo and Yay. Can’t miss that.

More vitamin C needed.

-Moosh