So this week I have been stricken with the worst of all illnesses in human history… ok,
maybe I’m exaggerating, but this is definitely the worst cold that I have ever been cursed with.
How I got it, I’m not sure… I’ve been in at home most of the time, always wrapped up when I’m outside and… oh. It must be the last curse of the university term; library germs. Freshers’ flu all over again. So I’m swapping my Eisberg wine for a cocktail of cough medicines and paracetamol.
Well, that isn’t completely true. If anything, this is a perfect excuse to stay in bed, only occasionally getting up for some mulled wine (which I am using purely for its medicinal qualities) and to eat as much hot buttered toast as I want, much to the annoyance of my flatmate Jen, who is on a low-carb diet. Beautifully though, she can still enjoy Eisberg when she wants a little treat or two.
In fact, I think she’s enjoying Eisberg a little too much at the moment… my supplies are running low fast and I can’t go to the shops at the moment with my nose as red as Rudolph’s and my dribbling nose, not to mention the fact that no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get out of my slippers.
Perhaps I’ll send Jen off to do a bit of treat shopping for me, to cheer me up maybe? I’ll even chuck in a bottle of Eisberg for her. My generosity as a flatmate knows no bounds.
So, while she’s off to buy a few bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon from Waitrose, I can update my diary and prepare to recommence operation SMLOBC after I lose this bug. But the fact is, my operation is almost finished, mission almost complete. I guess I just need to keep up with it now, and not lapse into my old ways. I’ll watch Titanic with a glass of Eisberg instead of neglecting work with a hangover.