let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

And so it has :)

Leunig on Sunday

A little late, I know.

(All credits to Leunig)

God bless those who suffer from the common cold.
Nature has entered into them;
Has led them aside and gently lain them low
To contemplate life from the wayside;
To consider human frailty;
To receive deep and dreamy messages of fever.
We give thanks for the insights of
this humble perspective.
We give thanks for blessings in disguise.

Amen.

oh, the indignity...

(brilliant graffiti at my local Metro station - now an all-too-unpleasant reality...)

Well, it's official. Called NHS Direct this morning and was told I have swine flu. Marvellous.

Boyfriend soon to be dispatched to collect necessary tamiflu and warned to stay well and truly at arm's length.

I, on the other hand, must stay in bed (how I curse the wretched thing!) and shun any kind of human company for forseeable future. Mind you, given that I only got 2 hours sleep last night in between fits of coughing and nose-blowing I could, I don't know, catch up on some sleep perhaps.

Oh yipee.

sick sick sick

Ach, I feel dreadful. This is now the second day of lectures and seminars I've had to miss...

Can't even bring myself to blog about something colourful or interesting.

Very unhappy and snotty...

hello autumn

It's finally arrived - my favourite season.

Today was the first time I felt that frosty bite in the air: the merest hint of the chill to come. I couldn't quite see my breath in the air, but I know it'll happen soon.

Of course, with the beginning of autumn comes the annual 'coat decision'. To wear, or not to wear? I have managed to acquire a rather marvellous silk-scarf-and-tweed-coat ensemble which makes me feel really rather Withnailian and wonderful, and I'm just aching to wear it. I attempted it the other day - but I don't think my heart was really in it. The coat seemed to be wearing me, rather than the other way round, and I couldn't help but notice the large numbers of people donned in t-shirts walking the streets.

It was one of those odd days where clothes are concerned, the type when the general population can't seem to make up its mind. The kind when if you leave the house in anything less than a winter coat you feel underdressed, but wearing one makes you feel foolishly prepared for Arctic conditions and invariably results in the carrying of said coat.

Still, autumn is definitely approaching - the trees are looking progressively self-consciously ill-clothed and a chill is in the air. My foppish coat beckons... Huzzah!