What a Fawking Cold Night
Nov. 4th, 2006 06:31 pmFrom all our apartment's windows we can see fireworks exploding in the sky. Some flash as if a giant camera had just been snapped; others bloom like multi-coloured mushrooms before disappearing into the night air. It's bloody cold out there.
Kevin spent the night with a fever. He's the latest to come down with the awful cold doing the round in London. Symptoms include body ache, sore throat, loss of balance/disorientation, and fever (in some cases.) I feel like a fortress in the midst of this war, ready for the battle which will soon reach me.
I've played nurse all day, bringing breakfast to him in bed, then renting two movies from the library (the BBC's Persuasion and Hitchcock's first The Man Who Knew Too Much); and buying pot noodles, crackers, The Guardian, and orange juice from a corner store. We watched Persuasion in the afternoon and I had a good laugh when I recognized one of the actors. It's a good adaptation -- the roles of the snotty sisters are played particularly well.
I convinced Kevin to go for a walk around Victoria Park, for some exercise, but the air was too cold so we soon came home. I've now got some black beans in the pressure cooker, to go with rice and fish fingers. I've worked a bit more on my WriMo novel (which is going swimmingly) and now I have my choice of which window to look out at the many explosions over the British capital.
Kevin spent the night with a fever. He's the latest to come down with the awful cold doing the round in London. Symptoms include body ache, sore throat, loss of balance/disorientation, and fever (in some cases.) I feel like a fortress in the midst of this war, ready for the battle which will soon reach me.
I've played nurse all day, bringing breakfast to him in bed, then renting two movies from the library (the BBC's Persuasion and Hitchcock's first The Man Who Knew Too Much); and buying pot noodles, crackers, The Guardian, and orange juice from a corner store. We watched Persuasion in the afternoon and I had a good laugh when I recognized one of the actors. It's a good adaptation -- the roles of the snotty sisters are played particularly well.
I convinced Kevin to go for a walk around Victoria Park, for some exercise, but the air was too cold so we soon came home. I've now got some black beans in the pressure cooker, to go with rice and fish fingers. I've worked a bit more on my WriMo novel (which is going swimmingly) and now I have my choice of which window to look out at the many explosions over the British capital.