I have returned to a degree of slackness in adding entries this week, but it’s been busy at work and I’ve been getting increasingly more run down as the week has gone on. Which has now hit a low point as I have contracted a fabulous cold.

For which I blame Betty entirely. Betty took off this morning for three and a half weeks overseas, and left me with the cold that he had been only tenuously suffering from as a means to take two pre-holiday days off work this week. There is, however, nothing tenuous about my suffering. Also, I have no idea how anyone can manage to take two sick days off right before going away for almost four weeks, but more power to Betty for achieving this.

I woke up sick yesterday and battled through the work day – because I’m too busy to justify a sick day and I have no holidays on the horizon at all (two days off to move not counting as holidays) – with the feeling I was forgetting something. When I went to bed after a healthy and purely medicinal dose of wine and chocolate I discovered what it was. Night-time cold and flu tablets.

As a result I had a long night of not breathing and tossing and turning and woke up after only a couple of hours sleep feeling like nine kinds of crap.

Having purchased the required tablets and a large orange juice on my way into the office I then managed to quite successfully spill half that orange juice all over my keyboard. I figured the day could only get worse from there.

But so far so good. With an eye to leaving early I managed to get through an unreasonably large amount of work this morning, and I now am only waiting for one email to come in so that I can leave. If it doesn’t arrive in half an hour I might leave anyway and deal with it from home later.

And it’s Friday, and ahead of me is a Saturday with a truly appalling weather forecast which includes hail. Which is absolutely perfect. I’m sick, I’ve just received my Six Feet Under Season 2 DVDs, and my house mate has gone overseas – so a long rainy Saturday on the couch under a blanket with nothing to disturb me or interrupt my watching, reading or napping awaits me and I want it to start as soon as possible.

Then on Sunday I’ve got the final inspection on my new apartment. Where I will be able to answer for once and for all the question that has been nagging me since I signed the contracts: will my washing machine actually fit in the allotted washing machine space?

That’s probably it for the weekend, but no doubt there’ll be some new additions to the fashion blog.