Ooh, dear

I feel very suddenly rather crap. Dizzy and strange...

Obviously this can have nothing, nothing at all to do with the notion that the antibiotics having passed out of my system I am now vulnerable to whatever infection might yet be lurking in my sore jaw. No.

Equally obviously, whatever it is, it shall have passed off before Friday, when I embark for Cambridge and points Provence-ward. Yup.

Right now, though - ooh. No like. I am not sure I want the sossidges currently sizzling on the stove.

Blessedly, I have little volunteers to help out with that difficulty. I may take advantage of their willingness, then go and lie down on the sofa like a pale wan thing. A long pale wan thing (now that the secret of my height is out: funny, I had always assumed that everyone knew, that you could somehow tell from my typing).

I was halfway through a post for Book View Cafe, but that may have to go by the board. Eww.

*is alone and palely loitering*

Update

Is okay. The worriers amongst you may stop worrying (and attend to the far more interesting pursuit of wondering why I have no trouble with "amongst", when I hate "whilst" with a passion).

I have spoken to a medically-qualified person, who is of opinion that there is a mild bug around and I probably have it. The notion "con-crud" is to the fore. I am to eat yoghurt, drink water and idle my life away with sossidge-filled snugglefluffs. Oh, okay, then.

And yes, I still intend to be fit by Friday.

Sidenote

The administration of unexpected lunchtime sossidge? Does not remit the need for tea to be served promptly at teatime or preferably sooner. (This post brought to you by Barry's firm insistence, where he was making entirely sure that I really hadn't forgotten the time.)

Further to this: should they also get the pate for which I now have neither appetite nor bread, given that Mac has finally figured out how to get into the bread-bin and eat the bread? Or would that be to reward vice...?

Heh

I do love online tracking. My page proofs are currently at Stansted, having just flown in from Indianapolis. If they would just wait where they are, I could pick 'em up on Friday before I fly out from that same airspace: but no. Fuel and time must be expended to bring 'em up here, so that I can take 'em back down there.

I wonder if they'll fly or drive, from Stansted to N'cle?