Tuesday, January 11, 2011

It's a good thing this isn't a video blog; I have no voice.

Alrighty, how's life?
After being thrilled to be back and settling in nicely the January blues hit me like a bus, accompanied by a high temperature, perpetually running nose, horrible cough and aches and pains generally everywhere. Not good. And now that I have almost no voice I realise how much I rely on being able to shout in my job; asking the boys feebly, once, to put their pjs on and come through for tea has no effect whatsoever. Especially when one child doesn't stop making noise for one second be it in English, French or his very own indecipherable (but linguistically complex no doubt) patois, and the other swings around naked flying his dressing gown in the air, clearly in a world of his own.
Despite this I am feeling much more alive tonight, and thought I'd get myself some comfort food (i.e. snacks with salt) to aid my recovery which so far had seen me eat dry cereal and soup. So sitting with my cashews and biscuits and milk and orange juice I was quite looking forward to digging in. Until I realised: I can't taste any of it! The cashews tasted vaguely salty, tea of nothing at all, the biscuits...
The biscuits I was very excited about because they are... McVitie's Digestives! Packaged up all french, called "Sables Anglais", with one of those guards with the big hats on the box. (For all the food snobbery, it seems the French know who does biscuits best!)
Couldn't taste a thing.

So PLEASE coldy-flu-like thing, leave by tomorrow lunchtime so I can taste and the smell the glorious haggis I made such an effort to smuggle into the country! And please don't let me sneeze into it while I'm cooking, because however bad I feel with my cold it has to be better than looking after the boys when they get it. I only have 2 hands, that leaves one nose dripping freely...

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