Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Cough cough cough
That last post was written from a state of denial – that I was coming down with a nasty virus. I’m fortunate to be healthy and energetic as a rule; but last Friday, when Daughter 1 and I met up with the very nice Loth of http://gymisntworking.blogspot.com/, I was aware that my throat was sore and I was a bit feverish. (Hope I didn’t pass it on, Loth.) I did manage to struggle out to dinner at the New Club but since then I’ve really been quite unwell. It’s just the same as so many people have had: aching all over, streaming nose and eyes, hacking cough and general exhaustion. It doesn’t help that I can’t sleep lying down, so have to spend the nights on the sitting room sofa, propped up, watching alarming news on television during coughing bouts.
And I can’t smell my lovely hyacinths!
I dragged myself into work – it’s too difficult being off if you’re a teacher. You have to issue instructions for trouble-free lessons for others to take with your classes and then you have to mark the outcomes of these lessons. It’s easier just to crawl in and teach gently from a seated position, barking away pathetically.
Anyway, in the evenings I’ve been too tired to blog-read - that’s how ill I’ve been! - so I’m way behind in all your exciting doings.
Thank you to those of you who replied to my portrait-of-you enquiry. I enjoyed your responses. As for mine, I suppose that - to enter into the spirit of this painted lady’s dogs and roses - the appurtenances ought to be symbolic of attributes rather than important simply for themselves. But it’s hard to think of such symbols: rosemary for remembrance is all that comes to mind – and I do like preserving memories (hence blogging). I think I’d have to stick with the literal, though: the portrait would have a beautiful herbaceous border (with a distant little me nearly invisible behind it) and in the foreground a pile of books ready to read on a rug. And if a couple of little black cats happened to wander into the picture that would be perfect.
I must go and do some work but tomorrow I shall plunge back into the world of blog. You may hear the splash.