Am actually going to update this thing regularly. So the latest:
I have just booked my holiday to Antibes! Not going until September, but that's ok, because I am booked to do a refresher French course for 10 weeks in April. Looking forward to this, as I am hoping that all the French I learned all those years ago is still locked in my brain somewhere. When I look back to the work I had to do for the A Level - write essays on French government, in French, for example, and speak knowledgeably on the plight of underpaid nurses (we had a rather politicized French teacher; she used to get very frustrated with us, a bunch of rather apathetic teens in Lancashire, who would look at her blankly while she would ask us with a note of incredulity in her voice 'Don't you care? About ze nurses? About what ze poleeeticians are doo-ing? Don't you care?'* - some of us did care, but would have been hard-pressed to express our views in French), and now, I can just about remember how to tell you my name, and ask for yours, book a room in a hotel and other such basics, and probably do all of that in slighlty Italian-accented French, well, you get the picture.
In other news, appear to have been struck down by yet another head cold. This is all my fault for congratulating myself on not getting any colds all of last year. I regularly take vitamin C with zinc, and had somehow convinced myself that this was acting as a talismanic protection against ever getting another cold, and feeling smug about my clearly superior immune system. I also blame all those disgusting people on public transport who don't cover their mouths when they cough, and who insist on dragging themselves into work and sharing their germs around rather than staying home and getting better. Anyway, am all dosed up with vitamin C (not ready to turn my back on it just yet), some vile-tasting cough medicine (the viler it tastes, the more effective it must be, no?), and a near lethal amount of paracetamol. Unfortunately, I appear to have what can mildly be described as a massive allergic reaction to the vile-tasting, triple-strength cough medicine. I have a lovely rash all over my neck, a small patch of redness on my chin and just below my nose, and it is spreading all over the torso area. Have attempted to remedy this with a variety of antihistamines - nothing doing so far. Am supposed to be going out this evening, but I shan't be going out of doors if I look like I have the lurgi.
That's probably enough of an update for now. I will post more when I have had a think about what I would like to do with this blog next...
*apologies for the shameless stereotyping of Dominique's accent - but how else was I going to get across that she was French, without me telling you? Eh?
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Am horribly envious of your holiday in Antibes, but I sprogged instead so no nice holidays until the little one's big enough to stop sponging off us in 20 years or so.
Our French assistant was one of these young French women with a model-like figure and a perfect skin who all the boys fancied and all the girls hated for being so bloody perfect and gorgeous and knowing it too! Grrr!
I think the bugs this year must be a super strain, having been in ninja-like infecting training for years. Like you, after years without so much as a sniffle I succumbed to the dreaded lurgy. No little sniffles for me this year, oh no. It's been the full sinusitus, coughs and funky coloured phlegm experience and after a mercy dash to A&E with pain and breathlessness I was told it "wasn't pneumonia yet but get these down you before it is". Oh the joys of winter!
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