Monday Blahness
Sorry - Intense headaches preventing me from posting actual post-length stuff. Or, you know, focusing properly... Or, indeed, balancing.
Am going to the doctor's* this afternoon, so hopefully I'll get Answers. But I highly doubt it.
UPDATED: I went to the GP. I have a viral infection causing inflammation in my head. Hence the insane headaches and dizzy wobbliness.
So, not just in my head, and all in my head, all at the same time! Haha!
Mothers Day: I woke up to the sound of MrB telling one of the twins to shush and let Mummy sleep - which is the most perfect sound in the world! Then there was lots of activity and little feet running around and much more shushing, so I got up - and was told by Miss M to go straight back to bed. So I did - with the GoodWeekend.
Then there was more running, and more shushing until all four girls made a dramatic entrance into my room, followed by MrB bearing a tray. I was presented with breakfast in bed (bacon, eggs and tomatoes) and lovely flat white and a balti bowl in which frangipani flowers were floating... The girls all sat on the bed and sang 'Happy Mothers Day' to me (except the twins who sang Happy Birthday, but it's the thought that counts) and I may have shed a tear or two...
M & H had made me a bead necklace, and I wore it all day! Even out to lunch at a swish restaurant!
It was a pretty damn good day. Except for the headaches of course...
Usually I adore Eurovision. Adore it unconditionally.
This year, despite the amazing Finnish production and funky Finnish postcards in between acts, I was left underwhelmed.
I'll blame the headaches again I think. Because for me not to love Eurovision is a thought too horrible to contemplate.
I think even Terry Wogan was off - he was less about snark, and more about old man bitterness. Usually he adds to the joy, this year he detracted from it. The preliminary final on Sat night was so much better - with much gentler (and funnier) snark from Paddy and Sarah.
Also - in a frightening development - I woke up this morning singing Belarus's entry.
Urgh Argh.
etc.
Sorry for the utterly shitful post.
* Does this apostrophe belong here. I am utterly confused. I blame the virus. The misspelling vyrus...
Am going to the doctor's* this afternoon, so hopefully I'll get Answers. But I highly doubt it.
UPDATED: I went to the GP. I have a viral infection causing inflammation in my head. Hence the insane headaches and dizzy wobbliness.
So, not just in my head, and all in my head, all at the same time! Haha!
*****
Mothers Day: I woke up to the sound of MrB telling one of the twins to shush and let Mummy sleep - which is the most perfect sound in the world! Then there was lots of activity and little feet running around and much more shushing, so I got up - and was told by Miss M to go straight back to bed. So I did - with the GoodWeekend.
Then there was more running, and more shushing until all four girls made a dramatic entrance into my room, followed by MrB bearing a tray. I was presented with breakfast in bed (bacon, eggs and tomatoes) and lovely flat white and a balti bowl in which frangipani flowers were floating... The girls all sat on the bed and sang 'Happy Mothers Day' to me (except the twins who sang Happy Birthday, but it's the thought that counts) and I may have shed a tear or two...
M & H had made me a bead necklace, and I wore it all day! Even out to lunch at a swish restaurant!
It was a pretty damn good day. Except for the headaches of course...
*****
Usually I adore Eurovision. Adore it unconditionally.
This year, despite the amazing Finnish production and funky Finnish postcards in between acts, I was left underwhelmed.
I'll blame the headaches again I think. Because for me not to love Eurovision is a thought too horrible to contemplate.
I think even Terry Wogan was off - he was less about snark, and more about old man bitterness. Usually he adds to the joy, this year he detracted from it. The preliminary final on Sat night was so much better - with much gentler (and funnier) snark from Paddy and Sarah.
Also - in a frightening development - I woke up this morning singing Belarus's entry.
*****
Urgh Argh.
etc.
Sorry for the utterly shitful post.
* Does this apostrophe belong here. I am utterly confused. I blame the virus. The misspelling vyrus...
Labels: Curly Girls, extreme random
posted by actonb at 11:49 am
9 Comments:
Extreme headaches and backaches are no good - get thee to the physio as they are probably connected. Eurovision is only fun if extremely drunk in a bedsit in Hackney, London with 10 of your closest friends wearing silly costumes. Without that it is a lameass music contest that is worse than Australia's got Talent.
oh my dearest! so sorry that you've been so ill. i hope that the vyrus can be made non-existent ASAP.
hugs. x
i hope you feel better but not that your grammar is correct, even in your woozy state. "Doctor's" is correct use of an apostrophe.
apostrophe is correct as in this case it denotes possession rather than plural (if the apostrophe wasn't there)... presumably. i think. but yeah, i'll go with that...
yo.. vyrus eh? just gotta wait it out dude. maybe it's like an inner-ear infection or something...
not sure what i should be today... a teacher or a doctor. THE OPPORTUNITIES ARE ENDLESS. how about just general know-all... hmm, cap seems to fit.
I missed Eurovision completely this year. Who won? And how did the Belarusian song go again?
Hope the virus is already gone by now...
KR - yeah, the physio is one of those 'important but not a priority' things that is slowly becoming a priority. And I beg to differ - EuroV is enjoyable ANYWHERE. Except this year obvs.
Mex - thanks babe! And you keep enjoying yourself you hear!
QZ - Thanks! It just looked wrong, but I'm glad it wasn't...
Mars - your talents are endless, and general know-it-all comments make me giggle, which is most needful right now...
INC - Serbia won. It was OK but boring. Belarus was a very orange man who was wearing a black satin shirt singing about magic potions and the like. Catchy. But I woke up this morning singing Georgia's entry. I really need to buy the CD...
Virus still around unfortunately.
How is the swollen brain going? Are you feeling better?
I hope you feel better soon xxx
You know, miss, you are allowed to not post when your brain is trickling out of your ears ~significant look, with raised eyebrows and clenchy sort of mouth~
But is there a difference between snark and old man bitterness? I've been a bitter old whatsits for years, but pass it off as snark so people won't flame me.
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