I’m not feeling well and went home from work early. This means I won’t be going out with Claire for her work leaving party tonight, and I’ll miss Bath City’s pre-season friendly at Mangotsfield (not that I would have been going to the latter, anyway). Summer is the worst time of year to be ill – FACT.
To make matters worse, I got a letter informing me that the rent for my flat is going up by £15 a month (it could have been a LOT worse) and the streaming football tool on my PC has stopped working – hopefully it isn’t the end of Sky Sports for me.
Ill again. Have cold. Left work early. Go to bed shortly. *cough, cough* *splutter, splutter*
I am ill. The cold (or bluetongue) has taken its toll. I was off work today and may not make it in tomorrow. My kettle has been getting a workout today, boiling water for my Lemsip. God help me if it breaks, I’ll have to take my powered drugs without water, or simply inject them into my veins. Can you OD on Lemsip?
Apologies for my recent bout of blogging constipation, but I haven’t had a great deal to write about since the weekend…
The weather’s been crap – hot, humid and wet. It has made my head and teeth hurt. I have no paracetamols in my flat, so have had to resort to drinking Lemsip to ease the pain. The heat has also affected my sleep. Maybe I should get some drugs to help me at night. Lovely sedatives.
My evenings have been boring. I have not been able to go out due to the weather, so have had to stay inside for hours upon end. I am avoiding TV altogether – the thought of watching a flock of gaggling women and feminine men in Big Brother is just awful.
Work has been strange. Today we had a water fight in the office. When I say “water fight” I am kind of lying – I accidentally/on-purpose poured a glass of water over Sam’s head to see what would happen. Nobody else, myself included, got wet, therefore the whole “fight” statement isn’t a true reflection on what actually took place.
We also had a discussion as to whether or not the term “smooth a cat” was correct English. Both Sam and I are fully familiar with the term, yet everyone else in the office didn’t have a clue as to its meaning (which is to “stoke a cat”). I can’t fully remember how the conversation ended, but someone mentioned that we like to seduce felines.
I booked lots of time off work for the rest of the year, including the last two weeks in August. If anyone can arrange a holiday for me in that period, it may save my sanity. Watkins – will your boat be purchased by then?
I am ill. I haven’t consulted a doctor, but after looking at this site, it looks like I almost certainly have bird flu. I also found a few feathers in my bed, although these may have come from a burst pillow as opposed to my rear.
I seem to get a cold avian flu during September/October every year. It’s annoying, and next year I will be planning on spending those contagious months inside a bubble.
My illness has also prevented me from attending both Nandos and the cinema this evening. I was annoyed but not nearly as pissed off as Mr. Watkins who was also forced to miss out due to my absence.
Finally, Leeds lost AGAIN this evening. Nothing really to say on the matter except, if the manager Kevin Blackwell is not sacked in the morning I may be making a trip up to Leeds to have a little chat with Blackie…
I’ll leave you with these lyrics from Coldplay. They sum up Mr. Blackwell perfectly.
When you try your best but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
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