Friday, 14 August 2009

Lows And Highs


I've been suffering my bi-annual one day cold today (unhealthy hedonist that I am).

It started yesterday afternoon and I have followed the same rigmarole as usual. Assault the virus with an inhumane dose of alcohol the night before, do the minimum of work in the morning, before donning three thick jumpers and wrapping up tightly in two 16 tog duvets with the heating on high**. Getting to sleep is a tad difficult to start with once the sauna-like conditions kick in, but boy do those germs bloody hate it.

Surfacing in a sticky thermidor mess at around 3pm, all was almost back to normal after an obligatory bath, though still a mite groggy. However, a quick schlepp around my RSS reader pulled up the fact that I made 8th in a list which shook off the residual lethargy. Just beaten by the blog written by two people (which is quite obviously cheating) to whom I gave high points with my vote. D'oh!

Thanks to all who voted for this stuff. I think I'll celebrate by popping up to the big city for a silicon top-up at inflated prices. Just after I've popped outside and brained the kid who has been sounding his Dad's car's horn intermittently for the past 20 minutes.

** A police jellycopter was hovering over here for a while earlier. Hope their thermal imaging cams don't lead them to believe I've got a hydroponic operation going on.




8 comments:

Witterings From Witney said...

Pleased to see you are, to a certain extent, back in the land of the living!

I recommend copious amounts of scotch - neat!

Rab C. Nesbitt said...

Well done on the top ten spot!

aljahom said...

" Hope their thermal imaging cams don't lead them to believe I've got a hydroponic operation going on."

Not unless you had the whole place at >30degC and you have fuck all insulation ;-)

Well done on the thingymagubs, too!

AJ

Dick Puddlecote said...

Insulation? Wossat? ;-)

Angry Exile said...

I swear by hot honey, lemon and scotch brought to the bedside by Mrs Exile, usually with a selection of DVDs to watch on the bedroom telly, and if the virus has caused a sore throat too there'll generally be a whispered 'do you think you could manage a little ice cream?' - never fails to cure me in a month or two.

TheFatBigot said...

Many congrats on your well deserved ranking, Mr P. It's always a pleasure to read properly researched and well thought-out articles.

BTS said...

Sorry about the horn thing - I was bored.

Dick Puddlecote said...

Thanks for the kind words gents.

And BTS, I'm finally doing this next month. Try it again and ... ;-)