December 16th, 2008

JC - Jonathan - eww

Okay. Bored now.

I am suffering from my third Lurgy Attack this winter, which has got to be something of a record. I normally get away with one full-blown cold and the occasional sniffle, so this is getting mildly ridiculous. I have no idea where it specifically came from - Paul and I met up with a lurgified herringprincess on Saturday, and Lisa has had something as well - but I'm pretty sure the weather hasn't helped in the slightest, and nor have my grandmother's dogs. I think the same cold is getting passed around this winter and is mutating at every stage, coming back to re-infect people.

On Friday night we pretty much finished our Christmas shopping, with the exception of David's stuff, which I'm getting off Amazon hopefully tonight. He might have to get his on Sunday rather than Thursday, though, given their delivery times lately. (I'm hoping, as Paul is off tomorrow except for a couple of things in town, that if I ask for next-day delivery it'll actually turn up...) Halfway to Wagamama we were stopped by an Amnesty International man trying to make his quota of names for the night, who read us some poetry he'd written on the bus. It was quite good, actually. After Wagamama the walk to the bus stop was in driving wind and freezing rain, so I imagine that didn't help my health much either.

Saturday involved seeing an amateur production of Sweeney Todd with herringprincess, which was hastily booked earlier in the week on a whim because there were a few tickets left for the matinee. Paul reckoned it was a rather ambitious venture for an amateur group, but they actually did really well. The two leads had good voices - actually, pretty much everyone did, though I thought Johanna could have been a little softer. I've had bits of the songs in my head all weekend as a result, though. I really need to get that movie soundtrack... or listen to the Broadway highlights CD some more. :)

On Sunday we trekked to Cradley Heath to visit my grandmother, which wasn't as bearable as last year's effort purely because I was simply not well enough to cope with her usual fawning. She relates the same nostalgia to me every single time I see her, to the point that now Paul knows the bloody stories by heart as well and I've reached the point where I'm not sure if I actually remember these things or I'm merely creating them from my imagination because I've heard them so often. It didn't help that one of her bloody stupid dogs absolutely hates me and barks obnxiously whenever I sneeze, cough, or blow my nose. Given I'm usually allergic to them and was sneezing anyway thanks to the cold, you can imagine the fun created there...

The food was nice, though, and my father didn't repeat his trick from last year of putting a card through the door and buggering off. My grandmother only mentioned him a couple of times, and the baby once. Apparently he (the baby) is now wearing leg braces. "Will he ever walk?" she asked me. GAH, I DON'T KNOW! I'm not a fount of all knowledge...

I was very glad to leave, especially seeing as she's coming to the concert on Sunday and will be annoyingly fawning at that, too...

I was off sick yesterday with this bloody cold, partially because I felt awful and partially so I didn't spread it around. Still had to go out to get my prescription, unfortunately, but it wasn't as cold as it had been at the weekend... I'm back in work again this morning but losing the will to live already. I actually felt okay this morning but - of course - felt awful halfway to work and now want to sleep. :( I might slope off at lunchtime...