Wuuurgh... not feeling good!Have honked, hooted, coughed, sneezed and sniffled all over the weekend - but last night was the most orchestral. Even the breathing between coughing fits sounded like a geiger counter.
I've offered to sleep in the spare room but Al wouldn't hear of it. Think he might change his mind tonight...
Been shivering under a shawl I crocheted back in 1968. Glamorous it ain't - it makes me look like Whistler's Mother - but I love it at moments like this. Buster was press-ganged into modelling again as there was NO WAY anybody was going to see me wearing it.
I think he does Whistler's Mother rather well.
A bit of family historyBecause of this cold, I haven't been able smell or taste a thing for several days. Food tastes of nothing, flowers have no scent, and I sprayed deodorant twice yesterday cos I couldn't tell whether I'd already done it.
It's reminded me a lot of Alan's dad...
He was shot and captured during the Second World War and ended up in a POW camp near Dresden, where he witnessed the bombing of the city by the Allies. Afterwards, the POWs spent weeks digging people out of the ruins. It was a terrible job and, after a time, his brain just switched off the sense of smell and taste in order to cope. It never switched on again for the rest of his life. I remember him saying that food had lost all its pleasure and the scents he'd loved were all gone.
Not a big thing in the light of the whole event, but life-affecting nonetheless
|Dresden after the bombing|
Looking forward to feeling better soon.
Having a curry tonight - maybe that'll clear the tubes...