This is my quick post.
I went to bed with a horrible sore throat, I thought it was just cos I was tired and that come the morning I’d feel better again. Well how wrong was I.
I got up this morning and the sore throat was still there. I got up and checked what the weather had done during the night – still ridiculously cold, I went to the loo and I looked like a ghost I was so pale. Decision made call into work and climb back into bed – and I’m glad I did.
I woke up again around midday and my right nostril was bunged up. Like someone had wedged a cork up there or something! So I tried blowing it – nothing worked.
I’ve just had my second shower of the day accompanied by a dose of cold relief and a good whiff of Vicks. The inhaler thing you stick up your nose – I do have vaporub in the cupboard but might need Chris to sort that out for me when he gets home.
I’ve slept a total of 5 hours today after first getting up this morning. As I write this I should have been either in band practice (moved from Thursday because our friend has to go to his Dad’s Funeral) or the Tech rehearsal for the Christmas production that we’re doing in less than two weeks. Thankfully I’m a writer or a member of the band all of which can be done from here or picked up after.
My lovely housemate, The Kiwi went to the supermarket for me on the way home. So I have cold relief, throat sweets and the inhaler thingy. I’ve just got out the shower – put the second duvet back on the bed. I’m going to read and then go to sleep in the foreseeable hour or so.
I’ve drunk a litre of apple juice (no orange juice in the house), hot squash and cold squash. I had a chicken cup a soup at about 4pm ish with four slices of bread. I haven’t had any tea and actually really don’t fancy any.
I’m in the process of reading The Golden Prince by Rebecca Dean
Edward VIII became notorious for abandoning the throne for Mrs Simpson, but in the summer of 1911 he was a prince straight from the pages of a fairy-tale. Raised by the harsh disciplinarian King George V and his unfeeling Queen Mary, the prince longed for the warmth that had been deprived of him. The high society Houghton girls’ lives however, were full of fun, both at their magnificent family seat Snowberry, and at the whirlwind of glamorous parties which punctuated their lives. When a moment of serendipity brings Edward and Lily Houghton together, the pressures of a stuffy court are replaced with the lightness that Edward has dreamt of. But a future monarch could not choose his own Queen, and even an enduring love might falter under the furious gaze of a King. Could the devotion of Edward and Lily triumph against him and the impending doom of World War I? Or would they bow to the inevitable and set in train events that could bring down the Crown, and change the course of history forever?
