I spent the day recovering from yesterday ...
We ran errands all day: supplies for Christmas Day hosting Gert's family, a Christmas tree that will live on the balcony once its work is done and the presents.
The problem with this all day schedule was that I have a cold, a dirty rotten one and we were in heated shops then back out in the -2celsius temps constantly. I had planned on spending today curled up and cosy in bed but there's just this thing about Tuesday ... the thing where I'll be hosting both Gert's mum and his ex-wife, along with everyone else for that Christmas lunch I wanted to host. So ummm yeah, I want the place looking nice.
So today was about cleaning and coughing and blowing my nose and cleaning some more. The tree is decorated, the presents are wrapped, my desk looks almost pretty and the washing is all but up-to-date after days of -0 temperatures and no clothes dryer.
The sad news from my evening is that whenever I have a small sip of wine, I almost cough up my lungs. It seems the red wine cure isn't going to work out this time.
6 comments:
The failure of the red wine cure is a message from God to go straight to the tequila, darlin.
Drink up! : )
Miss you.
Go to bed, little missy! There, my medical advice for today. :D
Have a jolly-bolly Christmas!
Lol, is it indeed. So I'll just explain that 'v-grrrl prescribed it as a cure'.
I'm thinking of bailing and having a burst with the eucalyptus inhalation stuff ... desperate times.
Bed ...? And rest and let nature take its course, Manic? Revolutionary thinking ;) I hate lying in bed feeling miserable but I'll try for an earlier night than last night.
You have a lovely Christmas too!! And best wishes to your mum as well :)
You need Brandy! And make sure you give them all brandies too...
Brandy ... I've never been a brandy girl, Harvey. I tried it once and thought 'nail polish remover'.
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