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30 Tiny Moments: #22

All this stupid coughing is really getting to me. The fact that it makes the heating pipes in the office resonate just serves to piss me off even more.

30 Tiny Moments: #21

Even in the country there’s high drama. Though Mum reckons the latest twist will turn out to be that I’ve been stealing compost from the allotments. Ha! As if I could do anything surreptitiously with all this coughing and hacking I’m still doing.

30 Tiny Moments: #20

The question is of course: can I still manage to follow the pattern while watching a film on TV? The other question is: what on earth happened to the colour of Debra Messing’s hair in “The Wedding Date”?

30 Tiny Moments: #19

Cold Watch: The Immense Suffering And Eternal Complaining Of The First Person Ever To Have A Bit Of A Sniffle. Several times today I’ve requested that someone punch me in the throat to dislodge whatever the hell it is that has been causing me to clear my throat every 2 seconds (I use the alternate [...]

30 Tiny Moments: #18

Giving my keyboard a bit of a polish. John started it by pulling off one of the keys and saying that he’d recently cleaned his (filthy) keyboard. Then we carried on pulling of the rest of the keys too. They weren’t all that grubby, but the oft-used keys in particular had a nice border of [...]

30 Tiny Moments: #17

A bin full of snotty tissues. You’re welcome. It’s only a little cold, but my head and right ear are taking turns in feeling as though they’re going to explode. The breathing through my mouth look is a particularly sexy one, especially when paired with slightly lank hair. I also find it helps to moan [...]

30 Tiny Moments: #16

Dinner. Baked potato, bacon and baked beans. My sad excuse for a cold wasn’t changing the taste of the food too much and I wasn’t doing too badly, but then I had to stop to clear a path down my nose in order to breathe again and I kind of lost interest in the effort [...]

30 Tiny Moments: #15

Taking (not particularly good) photos of birds feeding in my aunt’s garden. And when the finches arrive, never remembering whether they’re greenfinches, chaffinches, goldfinches or bullfinches. At least the woodpecker we saw was easy enough to identify. Later Russ turned up and presented me with a big jar of used teabags. What a good cousin [...]

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