timscience for bringing me that universal panacea, scampi and chips. Until the new universal flu vaccine comes online, that and Boots MaxStrength will remain my cold cure of choice.Wednesday was a meeting book-end day, so I struggled in for the morning meeting, seeping snot, losing focus and blinking too much. After that I conceded defeat and went home to collapse, though not before thinking that if there was still a sleeping room at Minas Morgul I'd be able to put my head down for a few hours and get up in time for the evening meeting... no. Madness. That way. Also I was running a veritable tsunami of snot by that stage and nobody wants to see that during a presentation.
Today I seem to be back to a woozy head, impaired judgement and a persistent ringing in my ears, so I'm going to declare myself better and head back to the pile of delayed work and increasingly important meetings.
But! One more thing! I did of course forget my own tenovertwelve. I have a very equivocal relationship with Christmas and see it as something of a complex maze to be negotiated; as much dark shadows of plunging gloom as twinkly fairy lights. Christmas with Jack and Auntie B is my stab at a Christmas where you get stuck in one of those shadows, wrapped up in five sweaters but somehow unwilling to turn the heating on, trying to keep your mince pie/whisky level even enough that you don't start screaming at the television... it probably didn't make for the most comfortable listening but at least the songs are intrinsically beautiful.
