Bleh

It always seems to happen, but every year I come down with a cold at or around Christmas. This year it landed on New Year's Day and I thought it was a weird kind of hangover at first because I felt headachy and a bit weird in my guts, but we hadn't gone out on NYE and only had about five glasses of wine each so we should've been fine. Anyway, it got worse, and I didn't eat all day, and then I started sweating like never before... and basically it's carried on like that. Today my nose has finally started to dry up - hooray - but I'm still feeling sick all the time and haven't really eaten since, well, New Year's Eve. Ooer.

So, how was Christmas? White! It snowed like crazy on Christmas Day just as we were going visiting, so as we walked around to see the rest of my family we both turned white and giggled like kids. We had a very quiet time though, really just staying in, not going out apart from one day when we went to Manchester on the train to do a bit of shopping, and on New Year's Eve we just stayed in with a couple of bottles of chenin blanc and a lamb hot pot. Very nice too. Best of all though, we had no major traumas such as last year (Lou's dad having a heart attack on Christmas Day) or a few years ago (you don't want to know.) My gran isn't well though, so get well soon, Nan x.

So have I made any resolutions? No, apart from that I really must get some writing done. "Don't Forget" / "Can't Remember?" / whatever it is called is doing my head in, and I keep thinking about "Within", finishing off "Heidi", reworking "Carriers", another play... so I really need to get my finger out. I think what I've got to do is just sit there in front of a keyboard and just start to write, and just do anything and maybe that will sort me out.

Anything else? Well, there's plenty of things I'm working on, things keeping me busy, including the neverending decoration of the kitchen (at least it is tiled now) so hopefully things will come to fruition and start changing soon. We shall see.

Off to Chesterfield on Saturday for a staff meeting with work, which basically means an hour of presentations by the board followed by lunch, wandering magicians and "Ker-Plunk" (I kid you not), and then on Sunday I'm off to Washington for a week. Rest assured, there will be no vodka drunk this time, nor will I be eating at Paradiso, or drinking another gingery drink. I have learned my lesson.