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Christmas Holidays

The long awaited Christmas holidays are finally here. I have been limping* towards them with a grim determination that, in the last couple of days, has invovled violent and painful coughing. But at least I wasn’t generating cover for anyone else.

Almost as soon as I walked through the door at the end of the day today the more traditional aspects of the cold started, those which mean you go through boxes of tissues and gross everyone out. Brilliant. Oh well, I’ll be able to help Rudolph find the way. Having said that, when it started earlier in the week I felt a lot worse, so it could be er… worse. As they say.

Anyway, must do some Christmas shopping tomorrow – I like to leave it until it really is hell in the shops. Although actually I have already done quite a lot of it, I’m just being a drama queen.

*not literally of course – I didn’t pull any muscles whilst coughing unlike Jack the lass, not that she did it through coughing or anything, just saying you know, that it can be silly things but in my case I am not literally limping or anything. Am I rambling?


I was just reading Petite Anglaise who is fab. Her daughter was examined by a doctor who was not ideal.

This reminded me that until I was 20 years old I assumed that doctors were meant to be horrible to you. When I was 20 I got tonsilitis very painfully (I’ve only had it the once – it probably always is that painful). I made my appointment with difficulty, I think the receptionist thought I was a hoax caller, and walked to the doctors with a friend for my appointment. When I went in the doctor was so nice to me he made me cry. He even offered to call my dad to let him know I wasn’t fit to get the train home. I assured him – painfully – that my dad would come and get me.

Since that day I have realised it is possible to get doctors who are human, it just isn’t always easy to do.