But, blimey, now that I am better I can look back at the haze of the last 10 days or so and realise that I was quite sick indeed, with a full on cold that left me sleepless night after night. I can’t say I remember much of it, because all my days have been coated in maximum dosages of Beecham’s or Day Nurse. Stick with Day Nurse is my advice, the caffeine in the Beecham’s generated unfocused jitters that left me feeling anxious I hadn’t done some unknown things that I was too ill to do anyway. Yes, it’s been Fun Times at Musings Hall. Christmas happened, I know it did because I have an empty champagne bottle and some opened presents to prove it. But don’t ask me about the details.
Meanwhile, I hope everyone was off having merry Christmi and happy holidays of whatever kind. Also, that none of your kittens (real or metaphorical) got stuck up a tree. (That was Belle, Christmas afternoon to Boxing Day morning. She’s fine.)
Now that I can face the world again, I don’t quite remember what that means. What do I do with my days? I have a couple left in which to figure it out, before the toad work returns again on Friday, and in a timely moment of pathetic fallacy, the sun is even breaking through the clouds. Perhaps I will start by going to buy more tea.