snivel. splutter. cough.

Joy. Another cold. It doesn’t seem like that long ago that I had one of these, but I’m bursting with germs again. This is what I get for working with the public a few days a week. Nasty, diseased public. Filthy humans…

I’ve just had the groceries delivered, turned on a history programme on the telly, and have dressed in my favourite thing ever: my Earlham College sweatshirt, circa 1989-90. It’s like wearing a hug. I don’t care that the cuffs are split and fraying. I don’t mind the logo fading. It’s shapeless and limp and huge, but this is one article of clothing I will never part with, no matter how many times I’ll need to mend it. We will grow old together…

I think I’m feverish. Probably explains this love letter post to my shirt.

Back to my sofa before I confess my love to my underpants too. (Which are, by the way, extremely comfortable yet attractive and… Oh, I’ll shut up now.)

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13 thoughts on “snivel. splutter. cough.”

  1. Congrats Sweetie. You know more weirdos than I do πŸ™‚

    As for my fav piece of clothing for sick days, it’s an ankle length, way too big, purple and black plaid flannel robe. I’ve had to patch the thing in a few places, but I just can’t part with it. It’s perfect for those days when I’m sure I’m going to die before the day’s done!

    Have Neil bake you some brownies–won’t help your cold, but they’ll sure taste good.

  2. OMG, I just realized how old that robe is. I bought it 13 years ago in Pittsburgh. No wonder it looks…ummm, tired!

    Oh, and if you can, drag yourself out of the flat tomorrow and sneeze on everyone you see. Sweet revenge πŸ™‚

  3. Oh no, I guess all the damp air at work didn’t help. My cold kicked in as soon as my holiday started….typical! Think I’m over the worst though, so If you’ve got the same thing, it only lasts a couple of days. Hope you feel better soon. x

  4. Took off early from work today. Slept a lot today so far. I think the damp at work is definitely affecting us, Karen. πŸ™

    About to watch The Big Lebowski [second time this week] and see if Neil ‘gets it’ yet since he works with California Americans. πŸ™‚

    So far not feverish enough to post pictures of my underpants. Check in on me tomorrow… πŸ˜‰

  5. Frayed underwear remarks…..that a bit perverted.

    But whipped cream….that’s another story. Anything under a bucket-full, simply isn’t romantic…even in London.

    Truth be told, I’m a Wisconsin girl who likes to support the local economy.

    Love,
    Mom.

  6. Now I know what I’ve been doing during those pesky blackouts I’ve been having. It appears that I’ve been using the name John and having a heck of a good time with whipped cream! πŸ™‚

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