Poor Poor Me.
As usual it's perilously close to my Designated Bedtime & I haven't written a thing.
So its going to be Stream of Consciousness.
But that's not the reason why its Poor Me.
Its my persistent Summer Cold which, now that I think about it, has mildly abated.
Yesterday & the day before, I spent large disgusting amounts of time rotting in bed with a partly blocked nose which is very easy for me because I have a dangerously slim nose. I felt slightly feverish, headachy & sore throaty. But the most annoying thing of all was a fruity, hacking cough which sounded like I'd been smoking 60 Camels a day for many many years.
Last nite I lay awake for hours whilst I coughed, wondering if there was such a thing as Death by Coughing.
And then I remembered watching John Keats coughing himself to death in that film 'Bright Star'.
Oh God, please don't let me turn into him, I pleaded.
Anyway, I got up this morning, & my prayers were answered.
The coughing had stopped as well as most of the other symptoms.
I've just got this mildly gravelly voice which I quite like. A kind of broad Aussie Lauren Bacall.
The Power of Tablets.
I also took V.V. large doses of Vitamin C. Like ten or more a day. Many of you may be shocked.
But I do enjoy washing down C's with a large glass of Soluble Aspirin. In fact, Aspirin is my absolute favourite Tablet. It always reminds me of my mother.
I'm sure you're all terribly relieved to hear this.
Please note some Sartorial Highlights:
1. I appear to be wearing a Linen Dress. I usually eschew linen for a variety of Rather Nasty Reasons that one day I will share with you but not now.
2. There is a slight Crustacean theme to my necklaces.
3. I am wearing ridiculouslly exhibitionistic sockettes that are screaming, 'Look at Me'. Can you see how they're all bunched up at the heel?
4. I am next to my great friend & colleague, The Other Sue.