It’s like raaaaiiiin, on your wedding day…
I know I’ve hardly mentioned this AT ALL, but I’m going on holiday this Sunday. THIS SUNDAY. Before I go, I have 26 blog posts still to write, and I’m not even making that figure up: I actually have 26 blog posts still to write. And I have to pack. And clean! I have to clean like a madwoman! (Side note: am I the only person who feels moved to clean their home into oblivion before leaving it on a trip? Yes, I thought so…) And I have to do… other things. That totally escape me right now, but that’s OK because I have a three page To Do list to refer back to, I just need to remember where I put it.
It stands to reason, then, that I think I’m getting the cold. OF COURSE I am. Because that will screw up my week nicely, making it even harder than it already is to find something to write about the kazillionth pair of shoes I’ve written about this week, and probably causing me to rock up to the airport (AARGH! Airport! OMGIAMFRIGHTENEDOFFLYING!) with a suitcase filled with socks and nothing else. Or something.
I am drinking Lemsip and hoping for the best. And telling myself that at least if I get ill NOW it’ll be marginally better than having a repeat of the whole “getting the flu during my honeymoon and then passing it onto my new husband” fiasco I managed to pull off LAST year.
Good health vibes would be greatly appreciated. Also: shoes.