My neck aches, my face aches, my head aches, my shoulders ache. My lovely scarf and duffle coat are too heavy and pull me down towards the soggy street. My face is burning and my toes are freezing. My poor sniffly nose is running the tissue box down to the recycling box. Trips to make tea are woozy and unsteady....despite my regular consumption of tasty echinacea tea, and bags upon bags of oranges, I have not been successful in avoiding this achey tiresome thing, which everyone else has seemed to have had.
But it isn't all bad! How can I complain when I get to sit all queasy and smug while my lovely man makes me warm Ribena, which of course, is the answer to every question.
And there are more good things! I did manage to make it to the cinema, to see An Education, which I thoroughly recommend! Lovely 60s dresses and handsome men and the sort of film which makes you weepy and giggly all at once. A perfect film to help me forget my aching self.
I also recieved a lovely letter today, on the prettiest writing paper I have ever seen :-) I love letters, especially when they contain soup recipes! So, Annika, I will make this soup very soon, in the hope that it will make me feel better (which I am sure it will!!! It sounds perfect!)! And I will report back!
But for now, I must sleep. Night night.