under another sun

Definitely the cold Lorraine and Beth have had. A long time since I felt so bad with just a cold before. Spent the day on the gold sofa, streaming all day. Santa stuff to be returned, which Beth did in the car bless her. Otherwise listened to podcasts, dozed and watched TV till Lorraine came home, and she cooked for us and, after Masterchef, pushed off to bed.  Lorraine and I restless, so listening to a Plum Tree meditation before we slept.

Bah... Sprang up optimistically hoping to get on with all my stuff, but found I was feeling shivery and tired and unable to hold anything in my head. I was contacted about a job, however, which I agreed to start tomorrow in London. However, this was quickly biffed by the agency in the afternoon and I can't say I am sorry. As our washing machine is doomed, I went around the corner and sorted out a service wash, from a nice lady who a couple of hours later, phoned me up and when I collected, proudly said, 'and no ironing needed!' She was right. Trying to work on all kinds of things today, but a bad day at the coal face. Tired tonight, and I was happy to slink early into bed with Lorraine with and an Ovaltine. Guy Fawkes night and a certain amount of boom-crashery going on, but I had no appetite for it. Gold sofa for me.