Hello. I'm really, really, REALLY bored of coughing. Why on earth did I smoke for so long? That made me have a sort of...perma-cough. And I barely noticed it. Now, this has been going on...about a day and a half? And I am SICK of it. Still, at least my lungs aren't just big black blobs loitering about in my chest now.
It's probably all the running, terribly bad for you, exercise like that ;)
Anyway, John is tending to me with hot toddies. Sherlock is just telling me I have to be better. Which I will try. It is art club, after all. And days off. I'd say that I'll at least get a lie in... but probably not.
(By the way, whenever John says 'I want a lie in', or the like, I always respond with 'We can't have a lion, wouldn't fit in the flat/a lion would eat the dogs/A lion? Wouldn't that be cruel?' and the like. To which he always (predictable!) Responds by saying 'Lie In!' To which, obviously, I always say 'Lion? Where would you even get one?'...anyway, this can go on for ages, and he gets exactly like Sherlock does when you pretend not to understand him (or just...don't understand him) I can almost see him holding back the urge to stamp his foot...)
I think I might be delirious, letting you in on these odd snippets of our lives...
Anyway, I was horrible the other day. So have a lovely picture of John instead. Because he is.
I think he looks like an old-time movie star.
Right, can't remember what else I was going to say, because that picture is distracting me.
Got an eye test on Thursday. Hopefully no change. And the dreaded fitness test is next week...
Oh, I know! Theatre. It was great. Sherlock was transfixed, and it was a really great play. The stage span around - well, the middle of it did, where the big jury table sits. I loved the way they made the 'room' without any walls. And it was all just...yeah, really good. Doyle is still well worth looking at ;)
Sherlock is deep in the midst of scarecrow creation. And planning our entire summer holiday.
I've started watching this 'cure me I'm gay' programme.... It's horrific. I've no idea why I'm doing this to myself. I'm glad Sherlock isn't watching.