Ah yes Mrs Badcrumble has donned her Supergran rollerskates and headed over the water to Edinburgh. Writing tonight from Fi's gaff as I am getting the train to Newcastle tomorrow to go shopping with Niki.
Had a hellish few days which, although not much to write about, went something like this....
Wednesday - woke up feeling suspiciously like death warmed up. Had a sore throat to rival all pain ever known to man EVER. EVER!!! (and the 2007 Oscar for best drama queen goes to.....). Had serious problems getting out of bed but did in the end and took Alister to nursery. Decided very boldly that I would feel better if I went for a swim. Did 32 lengths in 45 minutes which, although still quite slow, is a 6 length improvement on the day before. Throat was feeling loads better. Popped into town, had a cup of tea and a scone in M&S (Mrs Badcrumble lives!), had a stroll round the shops then met up with Aunty Moyra for lunch. Had a couple of juices and a bowl of soup in Somewhere Else. Headed home about 12.45pm *STOP PRESS* WAH!! Just watching Big Brother and found out why Carol wears her hair up in that awful bun type thing! When she has it down it looks like Medusa's barnet!! SCARY! Anyway, by the time I got home from lunch I was feeling awful. Shivering, sweating, throat felt like i had a big spiky ball lodged in it. Boo hoo!!! So I spent all afternoon shivering and sleeping and dragged by ass out to pick Al up at 5ish. Went to bed at 8 and woke up every hour with the pain in my throat and feeling very pathetic.
Thursday - went to the nursery who informed me I had tonsilitis and "lots of white pus on my tonsils". Some things you can live without knowing. So, picked up my antibiotics and headed home. Spent the whole day sleeping on the sofa or in bed and Alister amused himself admirably. He also brought me ice lollies and checked my temperature and fetched me pillows. Wee darling!!
Friday - had to haul my ass out of bed to take money to nursery for their trip to the safari park. Bumped into the manager from Alister's old nursery and had a good bitch about the owner of it. Shame she didn't do anything about the shit way my kid and others were being looked after when I was paying for it. Just made me even more aware of how much his new nursery does for him. Nice thought.... So we did that, went to asda, Al had his lunch then we got the bus to Auld Reekie. I dozed on the sofa some more, Al watched CBeebies, he is now in bed and I am now sitting with Fi wataching BB and eating giant chocolate buttons (which we have decided should be called Slightly Larger Than Average Sized Chocolate Buttons. Giant ones should be sort of side plate size.)
Feeling lots better than I was apart from the odd shooting pain in my ear and head and a tickly cough. So I am off to the Toon in the morning. Really looking forward to seeing Niki but gutted I cant have a nice relaxing Saturday lunch with a glass of wine since i'm on antibiotics. For now though I will amuse myself with the BB freakshow (do ANY of you know anyone who has been on BB?????)
Sorry that this blog is a big old pathetic Jill whinge about my sore throat (which really is the worst sore throat anyone has ever known. EVER!)
Big love to you all,
Jill
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