My last entry here was my supposed first day back at work, so what’s happened in those twelve short days since?
I’ll admit it has been a bit of a blur. Over half of last week passed by in a sick-feeling, cat-stroking, Richard and Judy and Fern and Phil-watching haze. I was struck down by the norovirus the second day back at work and spent most of the following weekend snuggled upon the sofa with the fire on being monitored, fed, and watered, with Oscar curled up at the bottom of the rug.
The contagiousness of the bug is well documented, and so it was that I spent the first two days of last week at the house, returning to the flat on Wednesday, to try and do some work at home, so as not to spread the germs to others in the office.
Has anything else happened of note? Apart from finally discovering how pleasant Colchester is (where we tea shopped and enjoyed – on a Saturday! – a cold afternoon shopping), the damaged Pure was collected and sent back to Manchester, and the evenings have got a little darker a little later. Oh, and Sarah Greene was voted off ITV1′s ‘Dancing on Ice‘. What an injustice.
The heating still wasn’t fixed, though, after numerous frustrating phone calls and no-shows. But, the bike was brought home after its Christmas fettling, and feels much the better for it.
And, with health restored, there is much to look forward to.
Getting back into the garden and planting the first seeds of the spring and 2008 crop; laying in bed and listening to the birds on a lazy sunny Sunday morning; longer cycle rides into the country; watching the football at a local ground; and going to Cirque du Soleil at the Royal Albert Hall.
And that’s just the next four weeks.