All Kinds of Cold

It's Thursday and it's cold, it's zero degrees and I have one, a cold, the type were if someone put their hand over your mouth, you would suffocate.  On top of that, my bones are cold, despite the layers, and the heating, lots of heating.  I hate having a cold. 

Friday and I sneeze my way through the day, I have never sneezed so much in my life.  I'm not exaggerating when I say I sneeze twice, every five minutes, throughout the day, it's exhausting and most certainly annoying.

Saturday, I feel terrible, I veto breaking my personal best by almost 3 weeks and decide not to get my Christmas tree, I feel terrible and simply don't have the energy to lug a tree home, or have the heart to decorate it.

Sunday, I feel better but exhausted, arms and legs weigh twice as much as reality.  I get up, head out to Starbucks, have a quiet, uninterrupted coffee, then head home, still without tree, I don't feel that much better.

The temperatures continue to plummet, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, we begin the day at zero, or slightly below, Thursday, my garage lock is frozen for a few sticky moments, Friday is slightly milder, thank goodness.

Cold continues to dwindle, but it takes days, a week in fact.

Touch Down

The flight was fine, we were shrouded in cloud for 99% of the journey, such is this summer.  10 minutes from landing and the man sitting next to me struck up a conversation, he'd been to Manchester for a works conference, we discussed the weather, Southampton to Manchester flights, the England match, his journey home and where my friends live. 

As we came into land, the wings lurched from side to side, you know the way you do when you're pretending to be a plane for a small child?  No exaggeration was necessary, we were lurching.  Despite the weather, Captain Nichols gave us a surprisingly smooth landing, I was impressed.

JR had had to park up as we didn't actually take off until 18.35 so even later than anticipated.  The 20 minutes she'd parked up cost me £4.00.  Rip off.

Anyway, with the windscreen wipers on double time, we headed to the home of H&M for dinner.  M had a prior engagement but H was waiting for me with a lovely glass of red wine.  H had prepared Toasted Pitta bread with pesto hummus, Caesar Salad and Mango and Passion Fruit cheesecake, followed by more red wine, coffee, and red wine.  JR is teetotal, thankfully or we'd be walking home.

Went back to JR's and straight to bed.  It was around midnight and the rain was still hammering down.  I woke at 5am, in the middle of a dream in which I couldn't breathe, then I remembered that I hadn't packed my inhalers.