The thing about the railways and getting there. I’m really sad for the family that have been bereaved by the loss of their gran due to the Cumbrian train crash. Also I feel for the survivors. Shock is a horrible thing and can manifest itself in some very strange ways often months after the event. Trust me on that, I’ve been there.
I’ve also been poorly. Six days now and it’s been entirely trivial. In the end I had to call a halt to Thursday, go home and sleep.
One of those head colds that makes you so congested that your head feels like it’s three times it’s normal weight and you have a job just keeping your neck straight. I’m better than I was, but still sound like the advert for Tunes. In fact I’ve been almost living on Tunes and Airwaves. The MemSahib wants me to use an electric face spa and inhale some menthol – and whilst this worked for her and for many other people, steam doesn’t seem to do it for me. It makes my nose run right enough as the congestion loosens, then suddenly I’m impacted again with a huge dose of rebound congestion. Still I can’t be bothered with Step One. I just live with it, hankies at the ready.
I was still able to travel to Glasgow on Saturday tho, to a Church of God one day conference. But I didn’t stay all day. By four thirty in the afternoon I was for home and the pit.
Today has been a strange day too. Sometimes things can be so ……………..
Well – it’s nearly over now and I’m about to go and lick another Tunes lozenge, and go to bed with the Good Book.
Soon I will arise from my bed of sickness and post something stunning with pictures, audio and video links and items of such interest that my Blog visit counter will spin faster than a windfarm next to a baked bean cannery.
I’d like to finish by thanking the Irish and Italian rugby teams for puncturing what has become gold emetic standards of hyperbole about the English and Scots teams. But mark this – We’ll get you next year!
