…as Nina Simone once said “it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life and I’m feeling somewhat flaccid and a tad bilious.”
Ever since the sinus explosion incident of 2008, the prospect of getting a head cold has been slightly more daunting than for most people – the congestion tends to crawl into parts of my body that mucus has no business being in. This of course leads to a malingering bout of malaise that inevitably involves much horizontal introspection and televisually induced cerebral cauterisation. During this recent bout of snot induced psychosis I have discovered several things about the blogiverse:
My father is obsessed with Ginger Nuts (a small, round ginger flavoured cookie found in the UK) for their crunchy, gingery goodness.
My loverly Tango likes rabbits (a small erÂ furry rodent found in the woods) because they are cute and fuzzy.
My mother still likes my father (a small brained ginger flavoured rodent found in woods in the UK) for no reason that I can fathom. But after nearly a Brazillion years (well – 43) of being married to the old scrote, I won’t hold that against her (I’m quite fond of him really).
Conclusion: I need a large dose of Codeine, a medicinal vat of brandy and an extended Â lie down.
I didn’t surf today – forecast looks good for next week – might be the only way to sluice my head out…
(more photos on my flickr page)