Fresh air

[tamaranth]

was about to go out for some, but it seemed to be full of sharp bits and wet stuff and horizontal botany. The garden looked like one of those Rousseau paintings of Exotic Weather. The wind was playing tunes in the chimney. The tree-swing was possessed.

In other news, I still feel rough but perhaps not as rough. Well, being online is not hurting my head yet. (Though this may change depending on how I filter my LJ reading.)

In other other news, I finally have a fuseboard in my flat! This is getting on 3 months after the incident in which the builders upstairs switched off my electricity and did not notice. Not to be confused with the water-through-the-ceiling episodes, the second of which has not yet been fixed, grrrrr. (Have not really been in a fit state to chase 'em this week.)

In other^other news, the fuseboard will not actually work until they have switched off the power, done stuff for a few hours and switched it back on.

In not-news-at-all, I have a vague memory of frantic deadlines last week.

All of the above makes me inclined to go to werk tomorrow. Even if briefly.

Comments

[ivory-goddess.livejournal.com]

Fingers crossed you're feeling better on a not-temporary basis.

NB: your description of the weather was v funny.