lurgy city

Current work: Medical (aka M&B #54)
Listening to: Bach
Reading: Robyn Carr, Shelter Mountain

Lurgy city here – unfortunately the cold has decided to go to my chest, so I’m coughing. Icky stuff. Am a bit disappointed because I’ve really been looking after myself properly, been eating superfoods (which are supposed to help prevent it), and am drinking manuka honey and lemon, so I was hoping that it would go swiftly and not hang around. I don’t have time for this right now and I have a business meeting in London next week, so I need to be feeling better. (Hmm. How come I always end up getting the lurgy the week before a meeting with my editor?)

No gym for me until the cough goes (on their instructions) – and I am SO fed up because I enjoy my workouts. But it would be stupid to push myself and make this thing drag on even more.

And then I managed to knock a nearly-full bottle of olive oil off the shelf, which smashed all over the kitchen floor. (How does broken glass manage to cover such a huge area?) My mop broke at the weekend so it was a clean-up on hands and knees with lots of kitchen roll. (I am now sporting plasters. Luckily I managed to keep the dog away from the mess, so we have no cut paws or noses to deal with.) And of course the Dyson was full (floors are not normally my job, but obviously I wasn’t going to leave this one for DH).

Gah. I give up. Stewing in self-pity is pointless, so it's back to work for me. (Or maybe... can we start Tuesday again, please?)