Even as I write an overwhelming sense of gloom pervades the house. Wandering from room to room disconsolately seeking out… ah, too soon to tell… something, dark clouds of misery are my constant companion.
Oh, what ails me so?
No new pics to upload! Why? Cos I’ve got a bloody cold, that’s why! That completely scuppered my photography-related plans for today.
Runny nose, sneezing, sniffles, the works.
Waiting for massive intake of Vitamin C to kick in, the disconsolate wandering from room to room occasioned by the need to find a wastebasket that isn’t already overflowing with used paper tissues. (S’pose I could empty them. But hey, I’m ill! And I can’t be expected to work when I’m ill, now can I?)
I hate colds. And what I particularly hate about this one is that it snuck up on me completely unannounced. There was I last night sat in front of the computer quietly minding my own business, feeling fine and planning today’s intended jaunt, when suddenly and without warning nose starts to tickle. Feel a sneeze come on and reach for the roll of tissues then, seemingly in the blink of an eyelid, the flood begins.
And now I feel like sh*t. Dammit!
Don’t feel much better having now indulged the bloke-type self-pity either.
I HATE colds!