| Sunday 16th December 2007 6:50MST | → 1 Comments |
Still full of flu - after all this time! It kept me out of work most of last week, though I worked at home as much as I could. I was also able to attend the company Christmas party yesterday, though I had to stay off the sauce as I was already high on Lemsip. Otherwise I was surprised we even turned up as I still felt rough, then Terry started to show symptoms which was topped off by the battery on my car dying due to the frosts. However, we got there in the end (early, as he was setting up) and both survived.
Now I’m faced with the UK cutting the maximum tourist visa visit time to three months, which would scupper Terry’s extended stays. It might be different if we’re legal partners so I’d better get a move on with that plan.
| Wednesday 12th December 2007 16:15MST | → 1 Comments |
I have a very bad case of flu, which Terry suspects may even be pneumonia as (a) that might explain the chest pains I’ve been getting (though not that none of the other symptoms have manifested themselves until now) and (b) a number of people I know have had it recently. However, I’ll give it one more day before deciding whether to go hassle my doctor for antibiotics (actually, I’d go and see one of the other doctors as an emergency as my doctor is somewhat difficult to get to see - according to Choose & Book the earliest appointment for him from today is 19th December).
In the meantime, I’m Clare Short’s An Honourable Deception? and doing Christmas cards.
| Saturday 8th December 2007 11:25MST | → 2 Comments |
It’s nasty weather - raining continuously. Then again, better than Madison where the temperature has been below zero; for a week now and looks like continuing.
I found it ironic that the Watts Gallery was voted as the place that South Easterners were the most proud of. Terry and I visited it a week or so ago, for the first time, and all I can say about it is ‘meh’. The building is attractive but crumbling and not well laid out. I found the paintings good but not great. The so-called ‘tea shop’ was merely a greasy spoon cafe with an unremarkable selection of food, miserable interior and, due to English breakfasts being the only substantial item on the menu that are cooked in a tiny kitchen with minimal ventilation, everyone comes out with their clothes smelling of grease. Of the two shops on the site, neither had particularly unique fare and the trinkets-cum-pictures shop was managed by a guy who just scowled at me when I walked in. All in all, I think I enjoyed the cemetary chapel more. Terry has some pictures of the latter on his website
BTW if anyone has been getting bounces from my email address, try email@example.com instead. I check that one occasionally.