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Sep. 7th, 2011 04:16 pmWill no-one rid me of this troublesome infection? Actually, the infection's gone, but I'm still riddled with symptoms. I looked so very tired this morning that a staff member gave me a lift home from teaching and instructed me to go straight to sleep (which I did). I was saved a walk in the rain last night because a student did likewise (only this time he asked his wife if I could be dropped off).
Apparently half Canberra is down with this ailment, which means it will be gone in a week and we will look all innocent and fresh for Floriade and flowers or Conflux and matters SFnal. The bed-ridden will transmute into joggers and instead of coughs we will hear the dulcent "Aaargh!" of a tourist being swooped by magpies.
I scared a magpie today, when I put my rubbish out. I don't know if it was my demeanour, my cough, or the fact that I lobbed that bag straight into the bin it was dining from. First time I've scared a magpie, ever. I still think Daphne du Maurier met Australian magpies and that the seagull story is just a cover.
I'm not going out tonight - I'm working and resting and resting and working and sometimes trying to do both at once. Tomorrow I go to the dentist (I also need to be rid of troublesome issues in that vicinity) and read three review books. Seriously. Three. Hold me to it. I've only read one since Monday, and my books are swarming. Book swarms in my loungeroom are very dangerous and control measures must be taken.
Apparently half Canberra is down with this ailment, which means it will be gone in a week and we will look all innocent and fresh for Floriade and flowers or Conflux and matters SFnal. The bed-ridden will transmute into joggers and instead of coughs we will hear the dulcent "Aaargh!" of a tourist being swooped by magpies.
I scared a magpie today, when I put my rubbish out. I don't know if it was my demeanour, my cough, or the fact that I lobbed that bag straight into the bin it was dining from. First time I've scared a magpie, ever. I still think Daphne du Maurier met Australian magpies and that the seagull story is just a cover.
I'm not going out tonight - I'm working and resting and resting and working and sometimes trying to do both at once. Tomorrow I go to the dentist (I also need to be rid of troublesome issues in that vicinity) and read three review books. Seriously. Three. Hold me to it. I've only read one since Monday, and my books are swarming. Book swarms in my loungeroom are very dangerous and control measures must be taken.