Cold (again!)

There’s something going on.

It’s a conspiracy.

The cold germs are ganging up on me.

In the last couple of months I’ve now had three 24-hour flu/cold-type episodes.

WTF?

Normally I don’t get any.

Three in a couple of months?

I’m now wondering if it’s the place I’m working – well, I’m trying to wonder if the place where I’m working might be, in some way, responsible.

But the inside of my head is made of cotton wool and today my brain is a half-inflated rubber washing-up glove.

I’m feeling about as incisive as a housebrick.

I had to go to work today; delayed my departure until the last possible moment though. Far too many things to do and a meeting scheduled (in a kind of loose-scheduling way).

I’m guessing this episode will be like the previous two – gone in 24 hours; certainly hope so, I was planning on riding tomorrow evening in a continuing attempt to regather my enthusiasm.

I think I blame Ginny.

I’ve caught her cold.

Can one catch non-IT virii via an IT connection?

Of course not. But I’m looking for a scapegoat (because I don’t believe blaming the fabric of the building I’m currently working in is logical) so Ginny will do. So there. Nyah!

Yeah I know. Equally logical. Not!

Anyway, I’m talking to her at the moment – Ginny of course, who else?

The Lovely S has left me at home all by myself and, if I were feeling a little healthier, I’d have my guitars out and I’d be pogoing around the living room with the amp on 50% and reverb 10% and echo 5% and overdrive about 20% banging out some wickedly excellent sounds.

Instead I’m in bed, blogging, chatting to Ginny and wondering which part of the temperature spectrum my internal thermostat is going to rocket/plunge to next.

And it’s all her fault.

Women!

(Not, I add very quickly, that I hate women. Quite the opposite actually. In fact – just between you and me – I’m convinced that trapped inside this male body and struggling to be let out is… a lesbian. How else could my fascination for the female form be explained?)

But I’m not a well bunny, haven’t been a well bunny all day, forced to go to work to do things even though I was operating at 60% of normal capacity and I need to have someone to blame.

So I’m sorry Ginny.

I know you’re gorgeous and very, very cute.

But you’re it – the cause of all my ills.

Except you’re not.

Because to blame you would be horribly unfair and – as previously discussed – illogical (Jim).

So instead I’m going to blame…

My friend Lesley.

Because I haven’t heard from her for two weeks.

So what if it’s my turn to write.

Lesley… this one’s got your name on it.

🙂

B.