Sorry for being silent for so long, but that's because I have been. Silent, I mean. I've still got this godawful plague-thing that started back on Sunday 14 November, and today's the 27th so that's, what, 13 days so far. Bloody hell. Colds are only supposed to last about 5 days max, aren't they? So Allah alone knows what fiendish virus from Hell I'm carrying around. I can't believe I'm still coughing up chunks of lung and blowing lumps of brain out of my head.
Earlier this week I even lost my voice! Really, properly lost it. That's never happened to me before but I was honking around the house like a very quiet goose for a good couple of days - it was bizarre to say the least. Laryngitis is quite odd - it's an infection/inflammation of the voicebox (the larynx) so it feels sore but it's localised at the front of your throat, around the Adam's Apple, and you keep wanting to cough to clear it but that only makes it worse.
Anyway, that's gone now so I'm back to my usual activity of mindlessly stomping around the house barking out stentorian commands for everyone to ignore.
I've also found that a cold of this magnitude is really quite effective birth control as another side effect of it is that I'm having massive coughing fits at around 3.30am to 4am every single morning which has resulted in me and TLH deciding to sleep in separate rooms for the duration so that at least one of us can get a decent night's sleep. So me and Sylvester are in the main bed, and TLH is in the (actually, equally comfy) spare bed next door. We're not so far away that we can't hear each other fart and snore but not so close that my hacking and swearing disturb him.
Talking of Sylvester - his scar is healing up nicely. I managed to take out his stitch earlier this week which meant we didn't have to put him through the trauma of a visit to the vet's for them to do it. He'd be happy about this if he knew. We think he might be vaguely aware that Pepper's gone. He's been particularly clingy and needy over the past few days - constantly hanging around, shouting, climbing into TLH's lap for strokes and cuddles. I've asked him a few times 'Where's Pepper?' and I would swear blind that his eyes flicked to the windowsill where she used to sit, and he wandered over to look behind the sofa (where she would go when frightened by loud noises). But perhaps I'm just being overly sentimental and anthropomorphising too much. He's probably just pissed off that it's too cold for him to sit out on the bridge and we're making him use a cat tray. On the other hand, they'd shared a house all their lives and while they didn't get on, they were never really all that far apart.
So, what else has happened? Ah, yes. I live in a cul-de-sac of about 23 houses and on Thursday some very good friends of ours, along with their 3 boys and their 3 cats, moved in more or less directly opposite. I have known the parents, J & S, for over 20 years now and we are close enough friends to know where each others' bodies are buried but I have no idea how living in such close proximity will work. I hope (and expect, to be honest) that it will be fine....
I've started another crochet blanket. I decided to go ahead with the Babette design I mentioned in a previous post. I've made a few squares already but I'm not sure of the colour combinations yet. Will post pictures when there's something decent to show.
We've not had any snow yet although I understand that much of the rest of the country has been blanketed. It's been damn cold though, daytime temperatures not rising above 2 degrees. Due to my cold and, er, the cold I've effectively abandoned the allotment for the time being - I had only managed to cover about a quarter of it with black plastic but I'm not too concerned, the frost will kill off quite a few weeds and the ground's too frozen now to dig over anyway. When I'm feeling more up to it and it's warmed up a bit, I'll go back and carry on. With gardening, nothing is ever unrescuable (is that a word?)
Oops, feel another coughing fit coming on (which is just as well as I'm scratching the bottom of the barrel to find things I'm allowed to tell you) - stand back from the screen now....