"It's very green here, isn't it? Very... sunny."

"So?"

"Have you been to Nottingham?"

I think I may have a new favourite Doctor. 

Let's hope spending the entire day in bed will kick this flu in the gonads once and for all. 

Fingers crossed for a coughing-fit-free night's sleep tonight.*


Oh and GO HAWKS!



* Four times I woke up coughing-until-I-nearly-puked last night. FOUR. TIMES. So over this flu.

Sometimes there's no better way to spend an evening than to score freebie tix to a Fashion Week runway show and spend the entirely of said show with your GBF mocking models with shocking posture who can't walk. 

Nice to know that my neighbour's sex life hasn't diminished in any way whilst I've been overseas.

THREE times today.  I swear she's running a brothel.

The walls in our block of flats are so thin. Sigh.

It's only flu. It's only flu. It's only flu.

(If I repeat that over and over I might be able to forget the fact that I've just spent two months in a developing country and it might be something a bit more serious...)

(Guess I should go to the doctor if it doesn't improve soon)

The joy of being a freelancer... I can come in for a meeting, then go home when it's done and snooze on the sofa for the afternoon because I still feel like crap.