I am sick. As of Sunday, when I woke up with both a hangover and an impending 
head cold. I was at work on Monday and Tuesday and this morning, but I've been such a blowout all week it's just embarrassing. I went home after lunch today because I was ill but also in shame I'm suspecting; I'd fucked so many things up. Can't/couldn't concentrate.
At the moment I'm sitting in a puddle of wet tissues, Vicks Vaporub and cough lollies. Periodically I hack droplets of infection everywhere. I feel gross.
On the plus side, I have had the opportunity to re-watch A History of Britain. You'd think that I'd know the thing off by heart by now, but not quite. Still a little while to go before I've watched up to the present day. I'm thinking I might embark on a Gilmore Girls re-watch when I'm done with my secret history lover Simon Schama.
I have also knitted my brother some slippers which he's dedicatedly wearing around the house as we speak. I knitted another hood for myself. Am super fond of knitting you know. Much easier to knit than to think. Soothing like.
Another wave of vagueness has broken over me and I must retreat into my nest of foul sickness.
HISS.
I'll be bringing the books A History of Britain, Volumes 2 and 3 with me when we emigrate/immigrate. I'll keep an eye out for Volume 1 in the charity shops, too. (I foolishly sold it straight after reading it, as my house was starting to look like an overstocked library, when in fact I should have decided to sell furniture instead to make more room for the precious books).
ReplyDeleteI'm currently liking "The Penguin History of New Zealand" by Michael King. So far I'm a few pages in, and rat gene analysis is showing how the Polynesian migrations probably went down in the Pacific 'hood.