The productive part of the day was finalising my springtime_gen fic, which fluffyllama beta read for me. Editeditedit.

It was a cool day. I haven't been outside yet, and haven't missed it.

I signed up for reversathon, and did some work on prompts for the sshg_exchange.

I still have the cold (and cough and junk in my throat and and and), but at last I feel fine!

( Flint! )

We've had some sun, some cloud, some wind. A pretty good day by recent standards. Stayed inside and edited so hard I neglected my coca cola intake.

Yesterday fluffyllama lent me a pair of fluffy socks to get around the house in. My feet look dead cute in variable-width black and white stripes. (Well, I think so; thousands wouldn't.) Despite the fact that I ( Read more... )

( Rain and more rain, but warm and happy inside )

( How good to be in someone's home again! )

I think my dates (numbers, not weekdays) have been out by one for some time…

No real change here. Stayed in bed and coughed. Read and dozed. Too tired to write (bless you bethbethbeth for patience ( Read more... )

Monday was another day in bed with the netbook, writing (though not enough). Also coughing frequently and hard; I thought I was going to throw up, a few times. Ugh ( Read more... )

The story is the same for both days. I had an excellent breakfast in the bar (poached eggs on brown toast, yum, and Sunday took down my own teabag to get pink fruit tea). Both cook and cleaner are very friendly, even if understanding their (very local) accent is almost beyond me. I stayed in the bar with my computer until nearly opening time; it ( Read more... )

( A short report on what feels like a rather long day )

I coughed. I blew my nose. I watched the rain. My friend and I talked.

Thursday (my last full day here) I washed and dried my clothes, to have clean clothing for Manchester.

I am very tired of this cold. Now I am getting a sore throat, and am wondering how much longer this will afflict me.

/miseryguts

( A little light tourism )