Phlegm and Festivity...

Yes indeedy. I am Sick, again. With a capital S.
Not poorly sick like last time - no lying in bed with a bucket beside me and a cold flannel on my head. No no.

This time, I have the mother of all chest infections. I swear, God hates me. Its Christmas for goodness sakes, I should be humming carols and putting up decorations, wrapping presents and planning christmas drinkies with my friends. Instead I am coughing my lungs out of my chest and feel like I have swallowed a bucket of acid, and am having to cancel much needed shifts at work because, somehow, I cant imagine serving people their Christmas dinners with a side helping of infectious disease would go down so well.

On a good note though - I had my first little creepings of festive feeling today :)
I actually put up a Christmas tree, with a little help from my friend V, and decorated it with lots of funky little ball balls and lights. It looks quite pretty over there in the corner. And while I was sitting here writing the beginning paragraph of this, beginning to feel all sorry for myself again - Santa actually drove past my front room window in his sleigh, playing Christmas tunes and waving!

Well okay, maybe it wasnt the actual Santa. Maybe the sleigh was being pulled by a mini-bus with the Council's logo on it, and maybe the guy in the red suit sitting in the sleigh was a very cold and semi-pissed-off Council volunteer...but it was very charming, and it was nice to see all the kiddies coming out of their front doors so they could wave to Santa as he went on his merry way.