Actually I am writing this propped up in bed and it will soon be Tuesday but as I like a bit of alliteration, I am writing it before midnight.
I have spent the last few days in a state of self pitying sulkdom. I have had a sore throat, tightness in the chest and a hacking cough that kept me awake all night and drove me mad. Oh the cups of tea I have sloshed down my throat to help ease it, spoonsfuls of honey, sucking on Strepsils, you name it I have tried it.
In the long ago days when I was married, my husband, a singer who used to get frantic at the slightest sign of a raised gland and panic at a sniffle, used to dose himself up with something called Cab Driver's Linctus. I gather this somewhat Victorian name originated when the hansom cabbies, exposed to the dense London smog and fog used to knock this back by the gallon to help with their sore throats. It tasted and smelt vile. The secret, according to my ex, was not to swallow it straight away but hold it in your mouth and let it wallow a bit. Yes, I know. Once this was eventually on its journey down the gullet, he would then pop in his mouth and suck a pastille from a packet labelled Fishermen's Friend. Again, yes I know. On top of all this he would smother his chest with Vick and then get into bed and beam at me hopefully.
'Darling you have never been so desirable' I used to mutter before hot footing it to the spare bedroom....
Anyway, the voice is now back and the cough is receding and I have to thank a good friend who suggested a codeine based linctus. Seems honey and whisky and lemon etc etc is fine but does not get to the root of the cough but this will. Hied me off to the pharmacy and returned with a bottle of orange slurp that tasted awful and I could only get it down by swallowing it followed immediately by a glass of water. Anything that tastes that bad must be doing me good and so it proved as the cough is now loosening up nicely and instead of sounding as if I am in the final stages of consumption, I now have a fine loose hawk and spit type cough which sounds revolting to anybody in earshot. Hence, indoors a lot.
Nobody needs to be told that the weather is simply dreadful. I moan but thank heavens I am not in the situation where I am flooded out and am grateful for that. Sadly, knowing somebody is worse off than you, while logical, does not make me feel any happier about the dreary dank grey skies and the mizzle drizzle of rain. I had made a decision that this would be the year of staying in the UK and exploring this green and pleasant land and I hear from the Met Office that they are forecasting a sizzling summer. Well I hope they are bloody well right that is all I can say as I yearn for some sun right now. Stately homes, literary locations and medieval churches are all well and fine but at the moment the thought of a beach, sun and factor 25 are very tempting.
OK moan over. I will be reviewing some of my reads tomorrow.