Suzie Shooter

So I have just had a conversation with my mother in which she has informed me that my symptoms are exactly that of swine flu, and that in all probability this is what I've just had.

I was a bit taken aback by this.

I've not paid much attention to it, to be honest, so all I knew about it was that occasionally people have died. But apparently in most cases it's just like really mild flu, with a headache, bad sore throat and general weakness.

Aaaaand now I'm having a hot flush.

*Squeeeeeeeeaaaaaallllls*

New layout. You likee - Y/N?

Been bored with the old one for a while but could never find another one I liked.

In more important news - I have coffee. Fuck yes.

As promised...

( in one handy pocket sized post... )

Right, I'm officially bored with being ill now. Not that I especially want to go back to work, but - bah.

Happy Birthday ladybella!!

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Go here and click through the quotations until you find 5 you like or seem to sum up a philosophy of life:

"Work is not always required... there is such a thing as sacred idleness, the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected."
George McDonald

"Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story."
John Barth

"I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches."
Alice Roosevelt Longworth

"Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it."
Edna St. Vincent Millay

"What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death."
Dave Barry

(ETA Torchwood spoilers in the comments.)

Happy Birthday nimnod!!

...I just got forcibly sent home from work to watch the tennis, because I said I liked Ferrero and they were all "well you'd better watch this one because it'll be your last chance" LOL.

Got home in time to see the last half hour. Poor baby. *pets him*

This will possibly only be *truly* funny to thinkpink20...


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Happy Birthday cryforthemoon!!
Hope you have a lovely day!

Bad things: only remembering you've run out of coffee upon arrival at work.
Good things: finding colleague's stash of Lyon's coffee bags and pinching one. Crisis averted. *g*

BBC news just announced an earthquake in South Wales. My first thought? Bloody Torchwood...

*g*

Happy Birthday halotolerant!!

...just managed to slice my finger open trying to cut a carrot in half. I always knew vegetables were bad for you.

Wouldn't have been so bad, except five minutes later I also gouged myself open on the kitchen cleaner bottle. The same finger. *fails*


I should possibly point out the title of this post is a quote from Giles Coren, not Biggles. Sadly.

Thank fuck it's Friday! *flops*

Still, have had eclairs and strawberries, picked up a copy of Jeremy's latest for £3.99 in Sainsbury's and got home to find another Biggles had arrived in the post, hurrah!

And tomorrow it's Eurovision. Easily pleased, me.

Oh, and on the way home was passed on the road by a tank LOL. Not something you see every day. Not round here, anyway!

Just had spaghetti bolognese for lunch. Figured I'd better check I didn't have it plastered round my mouth afterwards - only to discover that while my mouth was clean, I did have some on my forehead.

*fails*

Happy birthday to _princess_han_ and averysmallthing!

I went on the internet, and I found this

...what? You were expecting something else? *sniggers*

So you will no doubt be familiar with the ongoing saga of boiler!fail?

They had, allegedly, fixed it last week. There was actual heating, people! After three months!

Tonight, get home to strange TCP-like smell pervading the downstairs. Think it smells vaguely over-heaty-mechanical, but can't work out what it is.

Just did. Boiler dead. As a dodo (and not, as I just typed, as a dado. Although I suppose it is in fact now nothing more than a pointless architectural feature so dado would do too. Try saying that when you're drunk...)

*headdesk*

Got home this evening, and opened the front door to discover the hall and kitchen was awash in a sea of black feathers. Further investigation revealed the sweetpea plants on the kitchen windowsill were now in the sink, apparent victims of feline pursuit. Also, the kitchen was covered in bird crap. Nice.

A search failed to turn up a corpse, so assuming they'd disposed of the remains I went into the living room (sans feathers) and turned on the light. A few seconds later, there was a scuttley rattley noise, and I looked up to discover a rather bedraggled blackbird dancing about on top of the light fitting (essentially going "ow-ow-ow-ow" as it heated up, I presume).

Eventually, it twigged that I'd opened the window, and made its escape. The cats are now looking at me irritatedly, wondering where I've hidden it...