So I’ve given this cold almost my entire week off, and I’m still feeling crappy. I’m under strict instructions to rest, which for once I don’t need, because when I stand up or cough I feel like I’m going to fall over, or the back of my head’s having needles driven into it. Which is not fun.
I am, as you can tell, fully able to whine about it though.
Lord knows what I’d be like if I was *actually* sick.
I have singularly failed, as a side point, to achieve anything very much today. I’ve got stuff set up to finally get my passport changed to my ‘new’ name (only a year and a bit old), and might sling off my driver’s licence too. I have, however, watched several films – the last of which (The Borne Ultimatum) served to remind me just how really damn good the Borne series of films is.
The lack of sleep though – that’s been the killer – even the night nurse isn’t knocking me out – at least not for an hour or two. And today the paracetamol’s just taking the edge off the headache – making it difficult to achieve anything. And there’s stuff I want to achieve. The gramophone needles arrived yesterday – meaning the podcast is now within the bounds of achievable. Although I’ve still not picked, or created a theme song. My attempts with garage band left me uninspired – I could just use my creation from the first time I used it which was actually pretty entertaining.
Frankly I also wanted to go up and see how ‘becca’s progressing but I did receive some more photos from Jonathon – she’s got an engine! It’s quite cool in a way, I’ve bought a brand-new minor, essentially (well, apart from some rust lurking in seams that we can’t get to, which hopefully we can keep at bay with bucket loads of waxoyl).
I’m really quite keen to get her back and drive her again – which is a problem because financially we’re running a bit close to the wind as I’ve not received any more of my inheritence, and I was hoping to do a shift or two for the agency this week but have spent it lying on the sofa. Still, it’ll work out okay, I’m sure.
In other news, the builders have declined to repair the ceiling under their ‘warranty’, not that it matters I’m not convinced I’d’ve let them back in even if they had. I’m now trying to work up the energy to ring my mum’s builder and ask, nay beg, him to come to Slough because I’ve tried so many different builders here and they’ve all. been. shit.
Anyhow, I’m going to get back to doing sod all. I might perk up and write a post about our holiday a bit later – I’ve uploaded the photos here anyhow. They’re in a random order because the scanner at Jessops puts a seemingly random time stamp on the photos and doesn’t put them in order on the disk. I’ve no idea why. It also scans at a pathetically low resolution, but it’s the best I’ve got at the moment.
Olympus Pen* for me, anyone? (Yes, I know, I’ll save up and buy one, but you can always hope eh!).
* I still need to go and play with an Olympus Pen to see if it’s the camera I want. My ‘I won’t buy a new digital camera before we move’ resolve is weakening at 8 quid a throw to develop the film, and with such lousy photo scanning.
