I’m back, and I am glad to pronounce that I didn’t drown in my own snot, although I was nearly a goner. It was a bit touch and go at times. After a false dawn last week when I thought I’d shaken this bloody cold off and then it sneaked back and tried to murder me in the night, I am now, properly on the mend. I have slept like a log for the past two nights, which is largely responsible for me feeling more like a human being than a walking advert for germ awareness.
Isn’t sleep brilliant? I think of all those years I squandered it by staying up for weeks at a time and think about what a fool I was. If there is one thing I’d use a time machine for it would be to go back in time, put myself firmly to bed and tell myself it’s the kindest thing I can do for my future self.
I still feel poorly, but today I danced round the kitchen without coughing up a lung. I have also cooked properly for the first time in a few days. I lose the will to cook when I can’t taste the things I’m cooking, so today’s effort are a good sign. I have ransacked the Mowgli cookbook and we are having agra ginger chicken, picnic potatoes and black dahl. I am making the dahl in the slow cooker. It’s an experiment. I’ve been following @BootstrapCook (Instagram and Twitter) and her experiments with pulses in the slow cooker over recent weeks, and it has inspired me. I can never get my lentils to cook down in the time and with the liquid required in recipes and it’s so frustrating. This might just work though and if it does, I will be jubilant because dahl is one of my favourite things in the whole wide world and I foresee lots of pulse related happiness in my near future.
There have been other stresses in recent days which I am not at liberty to write about, but which have caused me an enormous amount of heartbreak and at times, incandescent fury. This is very tiring in and of itself. Added to my plague status it nearly broke me, and I did think quite longingly for a while of running away and binning off the whole bloody thing.
My hysteroscopy results finally came through after I used some of my pre-existing incandescent fury to stick a rocket up various people. I am as healthy as a horse. A horse with a really snotty nose and a deep brown voice, but still. I am incredibly relieved that I no longer have to go and visit the gynae department of my local hospital or even think about it until my next smear test is due. I will put out bunting when I stop coughing.
There have also been good things, because life is rarely black and white, and while I cannot tell you about the bad things (lucky you), I shall share the good things with you generously.
I have been watching Sex Education. I think I mentioned this last week at some point, but as about thirty thousand ice ages have passed since then, I thought I’d mention it again. It is so good. It’s like a modern John Hughes film but set in Britain. It’s also really graphic, so probably don’t watch it with an inquisitive toddler.
I have been to the cinema to see the new Mary Poppins film. I liked it better than the old Mary Poppins film, because it only has about three minutes of Dick Van Dyke in it for a start. Also it was clearly written by someone who had actually read the books and I very much enjoyed spotting the references and in jokes. Also, Meryl Streep is a goddess and I will fight anyone who disagrees with me.
I have been to the cinema to see The Favourite. I wasn’t as thrilled by this as I had hoped. I think I’d built up my expectations of it so much, it could never have lived up to the hype. I thought the acting was fantastic. I always love Olivia Colman (see my Meryl Streep comment and double it for her), and the film was beautiful to look at. I couldn’t help thinking how much it was like Peter Greenaway’s The Draughtsman’s Contract, which was a bit distracting.
I watched I, Tonya as well. I really, really enjoyed it. It’s just been released on Netflix if you didn’t catch it the first time around.
I finished reading Elisa Lodato’s An Unremarkable Body. I’m not sure how I feel about it. It was very good, and certainly wasn’t a chore to read, but on the other hand I found it wanting in some way I can’t quite put my finger on. I think it might be something to do with the fact that it wasn’t the book I thought it was going to be from my understanding of the synopsis and I think I would have enjoyed that book better.
I’m currently reading, The Wild Remedy: How Nature Mends Us by Emma Mitchell, after hearing a lot of chatter about it on Twitter and Emma’s own Twitter feed, which is excellent. I’m not very far into it, but so far it’s a bit like a modern version of The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady, with added mental health chit chat. That is in no way meant to be derogatory by the way. I’m enjoying it.
Work has been patchy, due to nearly dying of snot, and home stuff. However, I am still in the game, and that will have to do for now.
I’m off to do Monday things now and focus on the idea that there is less than a week of January left to go. Hooray.