I made the rookie mistake the other day of saying how healthy I’d been since taking up the whole throwing-myself-in-icy-water thing (well, edging into icy water while cursing loudly and comprehensively, anyway). Even though I immediately knocked myself on the head and whistled, I appear to be coming down with something miserable, heralded by a sore throat and a headache. Oh joy – I haven’t got time for this, I really haven’t. This is the week where we are emptying the storage unit and taking kit back to the museum (it’s happening!), testing the last of the school sessions, and generally zipping about being busybusybusy.
Honestly, at nearly 50 I should know better than to invoke the Law of the Sod, I really should. There’s a whole list of things that trigger it, including (but not limited to):
- saying, ‘Well, at least it’s not raining’
- dressing my children in white
- dressing me in white
- leaving for anywhere with ‘enough time’ to spare
- planning an outdoor event in August
- washing the car under a clear blue sky
The basic premise is that fate is laughing at you, and that anything that can go wrong will go wrong. God laughs when man makes plans. Butter side down. That sort of thing. Anyway, I don’t feel well and it’s all my own fault.
Things not making me grumpy this week:
- coffee and a wander with my bestie on Tuesday morning
- working with the asylum seeking families and children with SEND at my local primary school
- team board games afternoon – Cobra Paw was highly entertaining!
- Finding a copy of Winifred Aldrich’s Metric Pattern Cutting handbook in the charity shop yesterday
- Daffodils popping up all over the place, and at least one of my unfortunate hydrangeas not being dead
And now I’m going to have a Lemsip and a nap.
Same time next week, but less germs,
Kirsty x
What I’ve been reading:
The Bullet That Missed – Richard Osman
Peace Talks/Battle Front – Jim Butcher
Unnatural History – Jonathan Kellerman
The Truth – Terry Pratchett (Audible)
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